I wrote this late at night, worn out from a very disappointing day. All I knew, and it is my only Anchor, was that my suffering is no different from others I know here. I was in utter despair with tears flooding my vision. Much to my total astonishment, some of you enjoyed it. I am non-plused by your reactions, but thank you.
I had not realized that there were several transwomen here who found themselves at an early age. My happiness for you.
To all those who have faced the horror of coming against a society that does not understand. Pray happy for you.
To all those who have been beaten half to death because of something you did not do. Pray happy for you.
To all those who have been befriended and later rejected because you told them. Pray happy for you.
To all those who have lost everything over a biological thing that they did not create. Pray happy for you.
To all those who have faced condemnation from those who say that God is against them. Pray happy for you.
To all those who do not have the chutzpah to go out as the real you. Pray happy for you.
To all those who will do it anyway, knowing that they face the rejection of those whose knuckles drag the ground. Pray happy for you.
To those who will lay down tonight knowing; thankful that they made it through another day. Pray happy for you.
To those who will not live through the day because of their struggles. May your bodies be washed by the tears of heaven. Pray happy for you.