Writer's Block lapse

As you have some idea of by now if you've been reading along, I had a pretty bad case of Writer's Block recently. But, thanks to my friend Davey, it is no more. There might be a lot of stressful stuff going on at school right now (and it has nothing to do with academics--the administration is a bunch of homophobic, transphobic dumbasses, basically), but Davey's been doing his best to keep up my spirits by giving me some creative writing homework. A few nights ago, he gave me an assignment to write a story about a Transgender person where the fact that they're Transgender isn't their biggest problem. I did the assignment, and this was/is the result:

“The Transgender Insomniac”


For the twelfth time that night, she watched the Hinder video for “Lips of an Angel” play on VH1, in all of its utter sappiness.

“So leave the chick!” Lily exclaimed, hurling an empty water bottle at her television. “God! Why sing a song for one girl if you’re still dating another?! Jesus! Men.”

“Lyle!” her father scolded, barging into her room. “Turn off that TV right now! Do you have any idea what time it is?!”

“It’s 3:30—I just checked the TV Guide channel. And have you ever heard of a little custom called knocking before entering?”

“Don’t get smart with me, young man. You’ve got school in four and a half hours! You know you can’t stay up this late on a school night!”

“Get the hell out of my room!”

“Go to sleep!” He slammed the door shut, making her framed autographed poster of Christina Aguilera fall to the floor. The glass shattered with an ear-splitting crash, but Lily didn’t care—it just made more mess for her dad to step on the next time he so rudely interrupted her nightly television watching.

“And stay out,” she muttered. She picked up a napkin and a pen from the floor and wrote herself a note.

REMEMBER to call Julie today and ask if she was able to get those Linkin Park tickets.

Yours truly,

The Transgender Insomniac