Daddy? Rewrite

by Thisislegacy

Published November 21, 2017

E - Everyone

In Poetry

Daddy, 

I know you have noticed something off about me for a while, how I dress masculine sometimes and I cut my hair. You didn't like my haircut at all. You told me I looked like Justin Bieber and we both laughed. You don't understand why I cut it all off since it was so long before. 

You know we both have gone through a lot together over the past 9 or so months and I know you worry about me a lot. Like how I'm not sleeping in the dark again although you haven't said anything about it yet. It's because mom tried to talk to me again saying that she missed me. 

Dad, I wish I could tell you my new name that I use on social media now. But we are still worrying about court, which the next date is December 28. I've told my therapist that I want to come out to you a few months ago, but I still haven't found the right time. I hope after court I will finally have the courage to tell you that I am both your daughter and your son, that the name I prefer is Sin Rai instead of Emily. (I cringe every time I hear my birth name). I got some mail under Sin and I had to tell Grandma that it was a prank a friend told me to do so that she doesn't think I am trans. I'm not ready to come out yet. 

One day she asked me if I was gay and I started laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. I don't know what she thinks now. 

I want to bring a girl home and say that she is my girlfriend the same way I did for my ex boyfriend, but I haven't found me a girlfriend yet. I don't know many girls around here that are bi or lesbian that I am interested in. 

I know you have seen me dressed as a boy and you didn't question it. Just like you have seen me bind without questioning it. (How would you even bring about attention to your daughter's breasts being smaller without it sounding weird?) 

You don't know that I want a reduction to make my breasts look almost masculine, partly because of back pains but mostly because I can't look masculine enough with my 38DDs. 

Is it bad that I am both at the same time, feeling more feminine one day and more masculine the next. Is it okay with you Dad, before I tell you? How would you react... I can't tell you until I know you won't disown me like my mother did for other reasons. 

Love, Sin. 

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Elinor
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Elinor wrote a review Review · Nov 21, 2017

Hi Legacy!

I quite like this. I can't imagine how hard it must be to worry about whether or not your family will accept you for who you are. This a short piece and there's a lot of feeling and emotion that's brought up, and while it mostly lands, I think you can make this stronger. I would format this as a letter. I think this could paint even more of a vivid picture if you do so. I can tell from this you love your dad, which makes the conflict even more compelling.

Let me know if you have any questions.

I rewrote it, is this what you were meaning to do.

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Radrook
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Radrook wrote a review Review · Nov 21, 2017

This composition expresses a dilemma which has confronted many human beings throughout history and which will obviously continue to do so as mankind remains in its present state. Of course some will read it and feel empathy because they also are undergoing the dilemma. Others will view it as unacceptable from a religious viewpoint.


However, a totally objective or neutral standpoint it must be evaluated as successfully conveying the intended emotion of desperation that the writer feels. Wanting to be accepted yet not sure of acceptance. Worse yet, knowing or strongly suspecting deep inside that acceptance will never be attained and that a rift between father and daughter will develop instead.

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Jackrobert1 commented Comment · Nov 21, 2017

It is a really good piece of a story or a novel I don't know but it is good it holds you till end .. but is sin rai
A boy name?

I see it as a neutral name so that no matter if I dress masculine or feminine the name would still match :)



Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
— George Orwell, 1984