This letter follows a series of e-mails in which my friend and I discuss the mystery and beauty that ecompasses my life as trans, an upcoming writer, a passionate and deeply melancholy lady. My dear friend sitting next to me as I write this is actually questioning me on my choice of word. Melancholy or sad. Sylvia Plath: melancholy or sad? She says, tragic, or lucky. I say, lucky, and very sad. So where do I fall, maybe tragic, certainly tragic. 

I finally wrote this letter to appease the editor, get my story in a book, and silence my dear friend, but tragic girls like me are not that lucky. 

I pass this on to you. A letter as I lay dying. >>> more