Just Stop

A note to a friend:

Stop fucking around and self-sabotaging.

It doesn’t do any good in the long run.   You know that and I certainly know that.

To be so terrified of succeeding that we pack in our own failure, well, that’s something we learn early.

I’m going to give you a koan for meditation.

All this bullshit about success and no one ever makes it accessible for girls, especially queer girls.

It’s not about money.  It’s about life.

“Your success is a gift to the world.”

It’s a gift to up and coming trans kids, a gift to people trapped, a gift to the feminine, a gift to so many.

Your mother in the sky made you the way she did.

Either it was a fucked up mistake, or there is some magic in it.

Me, I think you are magical.

But yeah, succeeding as a woman of trans experience means that all that attempt to kill yourself off, to become invisible, was just banging.

So what?

“Your success is a gift to the world.”

You went out, and as soon as Grace had something to do, like focus on a date, all that wonky self-chatter silenced and you could get on with it, get on with being Grace.

“I’m Grace, and I am here to help.”

“Your success is a gift to the world.”

“Your success is a gift to the world.”

“Your success is a gift to the world.”

Go and succeed.  Don’t fuck around with stupid violations.

Make magic.

“Your success is a gift to the world.”

You are grace, and the world needs more of that now.

“Your success is a gift to the world.”