Dear daddy, I just wanted to thank you for looking after me so well. I know you already try harder
than Superman, you won't even let mommy eat sushi. But I need to ask you a favor. Warning, it's
about boys. Because you see I will be born a girl, which means that by the time I'm 14, the boys
in my class will have called me a whore, a b***h, a cunt and many other things. It's just for
fun of course. Something boys do. So you won't worried, and I understand that. Perhaps you did
the same when you were young, trying to impress some of the other boys. I'm sure you didn't
mean anything by it. Still some of the people won't get the joke, and funnily enough, it isn't
any of the girls, it's some of the boys. So by the time I turned 16 a couple of the boys will
have snuck their hands down my pants, while I'm so drunk, I can't even stand straight. And
although I say no, they just laugh. It's funny right? If you saw me daddy, you would be so
ashamed. Because I'm wasted. No wonder I'm raped when I'm 21. 21 and on my way home in a
taxi driven by the son of a guy you went swimming with every Wednesday. The guy who always
told insulting jokes, but they were of course only jokes, so you laughed. Had you known
that his son would end up raping me, you would have told him to get a grip. But how could
you know, he was just a boy telling weird jokes. And in any case it wasn't your business,
he were just being nice. But his son raised on these jokes becomes my business. Then finally
I meet Mr. perfect, and you 're so happy for me daddy because he really adores me. And he's
smart with a great job, and all through the winter he goes cross-country skiing three times
a week, just like you. But one day, he stops being Mr. perfect and I don't know why. Wait,
am I overreacting. One thing I do know, I'm not the victim type. I'm raised to be a strong
and independent woman. But one night it's just thought too much for him. With work and the
in-laws and the wedding coming up. So he calls me a whore, just like you called the girl
in middle school a whore once. Then another day he hits me. I mean, I'm way out of line,
I can really be a b***h sometimes. But we're still the world's greatest couple and I'm
so confused because I love him and I hate him. And I'm not sure if I really did do something
wrong and, and then one day he almost kills me. It all goes black, even though I have a PhD
a fantastic job. I'm loved but my friends and family and well brought up and nocody saw this coming.
Dear daddy, this is the favor I want to ask, one thing always leads to another. So please stop it
before it gets the chance to begin. Don't let my brother's call girls whores. Because they're not.
And one day some little boy might think it's true. Don't accept insulting jokes from weird guys
by the pool or even friends. Because behind every joke there is always some truth. Dear daddy, I
know you will protect me from lions, tigers, guns, cars and even thinking about the danger to your
own life. But dear daddy, I will be born a girl. Please do everything you can so that that won't
stay the greatest danger of all.