Sarah Maywalt is a trans comedian living in New York City. Generally for Posture she does a written version of her “Ask a Tranny” youtube series. However, this week she decided to write an open letter. You can view last month’s question and response here: http://bit.ly/1biitQs. Feel free to ask her a question in the comments section below or via email at [email protected].
Dear person staring at me on the subway,
I’d like to start by saying, “Fuck you.” Your mother should have taught you better, and if she didn’t, fuck her too.
Now that the pleasantries are over, let me answer your quizzical look. Yes, I am trans. I thought in a city as big as New York City this would not be so strange to you. You refused to look at the homeless man with 3 teeth and a tutu earlier in the trip. I wonder why you think I’m so interesting.
Perhaps you were attracted to me before you saw the faint shadow on my upper lip, and now you’re worried. Are you gay? Probably not, unless you looked at me and thought to yourself, “I hope she has a huge cock.” In that case, you may be gay, but you should be used to the constant thoughts of cock by now.
Perhaps you think you’ve been charged by god or your neighbor’s dog to search out all transgressions to the holy gender roles in the Bible or that pile of dog shit you saw on Thursday. In that case, tell god or Fluffy that I’ve been a bad girl and let them judge me as they see fit. You don’t have the ability to judge me as intelligently or fairly as the all-knowing creator of the universe or a standard poodle. Leave my punishment to those qualified.
Perhaps you are upset at your own life. Do you wish you could live as freely as me? Are you angry because you’re jealous? All it takes to live your life as you see fit are a pair of balls. Maybe you’re jealous that a tranny has bigger balls than you. I can’t help you with that. They are just metaphorical testicles anyway. Stop being such a wuss, and they will grow on their own.
I guess there’s also the slim chance that you’re simply admiring my beauty. In that case, thank you for the creepy compliment, but I’m not interested in visiting your basement. I don’t care how many puppies you keep down there. Basement puppies are usually dead puppies. I won’t be fooled again.
Yes, I know. I’m different. You’re different too. Everyone is different, but unfortunately some are more obviously different than others. Chances are, you’ve had some reason to be ridiculed in the past. Does it make you feel more powerful to mock someone lower on the social ladder? Do you get a rush of genocidal adrenaline when you step on an ant hill? Grow up. Use your head. Remember how it felt to be humiliated, and knock it the fuck off.
You still want to stare at me? Want to laugh at me? Come to my comedy shows. I want you to stare and laugh there. Get your fill! If you open your ears and listen, you might learn something about me—get a taste of my life, my problems, my pain. Then maybe, just maybe, if you see someone like me tomorrow, you’ll just fucking deal with it.
Then again, I might be giving you too much credit.
Disrespectfully yours,
Sarah Maywalt
P.S. – If you need a pair of balls, I’ll be auctioning off my testicles after my surgery. Keep an eye on the Sotheby’s website for more details.
Follow Sarah on Twitter: @SarahMaywalt
