Q & A
the Young TS
As I write these words, I am still a man. But that will soon change.
The hormone therapy I began two months ago is already altering both mind
and body. Soon, the person known as Dave will cease to exist and the new
person of Melanie shall be born.
So it is with a strange mixture of sadness and elation, suffering and
joy, that I pen these words. For in order for Melanie to live, Dave must
die. No, I am not a "split" personality. But just as there are
many aspects of Melanie that cannot be expressed in the role of Dave,
there are many facets of Dave that can no longer be explored as Melanie.
So, my life as a man has reached an impasses. My development as a male
is to be cut off, both figuratively and literally. And yet, I gladly lay
my life down for her. For I have come to know Melanie intimately as a
beautiful person: warm compassionate, creative, insightful. I love her.
Indeed, if I were able to meet Melanie face to face, I would surely
remain Dave and devote all my days to pleasing her and basking in the
glow of her joyous outlook. But such can never be, and Dave must die for
Melanie to live.
I do not know what the future holds; no one ever does. But I do know
that the course I have charted is truly the only one open to me. Any
other path leads to certain disaster, as great, gaping chunks of my
personality would whither, fester, and die.
So, I close with a wish for the new woman about to be born: May your
outer beauty match the inner beauty I have come to know and love. May
hour days be long and fruitful. May you find happiness where I have
found pain, and contentment from my frustration.
And may you have no regrets.
From my Transition diary
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