I started to realize that all of that shit, all of that theory, all of that stuff about makeup, all that stuff that you pick up in books or in college about ‘the creation of the woman’—that is real,” he says. “It’s real. And a little pretty boy can put on the same thing and then become that. That was the mindfuck. That was the huge mindfuck.” Gender was a performance, perhaps the performance. And Quattlebaum was born to perform.