Actually, most of the time it's just whiny trend-leeches that think wearing a pair of Converse All-Stars and black-rimmed glasses will get them the acceptance and love they can't give themselves.

I'm pretty well-versed in this shit, because my younger brother is sadly one of them. He wears skintight neon pink sweaters and size-zero women's jeans. It's come to the point now where, in complete and brutal honesty, I'd be more comfortable with his situation if he'd just come out and say he's gay. It would at least give me some sort of explanation as to why he dresses like a 17-year old hooker.