Dear you, you’re wearing a corset and vinyl leggingsand you don’t have breasts to fill in the pockets, but you look great in it anyway.
Dear you, sucking on star shaped chocolatewhile picking out a pink strap-onto make love to your beautiful cis-gendered boyfriend.
Dear you, testosterone lowers your voicebut your face still looks like a dolland that lipstick looks great on you.
Dear you, You can’t be a girl scout but you make tents in your backyardinvite all your friends and you eat unroasted marshmallows and braid each others hair.Who needs badges anyway?
Dear you, Mens or Womens? Womens or Mens? You want to walk between the doors and find a stall just for you. Instead go to Target, they have unisex bathrooms and icees and thats the best way to celebrate your gender.
Dear you, you can’t join the mens club and your sister wants you to be a brides maid.You just want to grow out your beard and braid the hair on your chin. So you do, and you look great in that dress, even if your sister had to pick a friend to be a bridesmaid instead.
Dear you, Throw out ‘girls only’ clubs and who needs ‘boys only’? When you can all go to the nearest sex shop and buy harnesses and blueberry lubricant, then eat tacos next door.
Dear you, it won’t be easy. No one ever said it would be. Some people won’t recognize who you are, and sometimes that won’t be okay. And sometimes being who you are also means being nervous, and being left out.
But don’t forget that you can make your own club; your ‘boys and girls’ club. Where your mustache can match your dress, and you don’t need badges to be a girl. Don’t forget that their second glances, their questioning gazes, and their confusion, takes nothing away from your magic.
After all, your lipstick is on perfect, and it matches your dress. After all, who needs boy scouts when you’ve got a vintage corset and a great singing voice?
And you, don’t forget, that your different colours do not betray your beauty but add to it.