We Both Laughed in Pleasure: The Selected Diaries of Lou Sullivan

by Lou Sullivan

I wish I was a boy! God, do I want so bad to roam.

I wanna look like what I am but don’t know what someone like me looks like. I mean, when people look at me I want them to think—there’s one of those people that reasons, that is a philosopher, that has their own interpretation of happiness. That’s what I am.

“Why,” he asks me (I couldn’t understand why) “do you want to continue giving yourself those SHOTS?” “Because they are what brought me into humankind.”

I finally said, “Let’s put it this way: I’d rather lose you than stop my shots.” “You mean that chemical is more important to you than I am?” “No, I am more important to me than you are.”

Is it just too damn bad for us transsexuals? I’ll forever be lacking, I’ll always have to explain/excuse myself.

“Yours in liberation,”

Each day is a blessing and a special moment. How lucky I am to be Lou Sullivan!

Are these people all just completely selfish? Don’t they realize it’s ME who needs the support and comforting?