I had one Trans friend in this town and she died
Drug overdose. Did she do it on purpose? She spoke, we spoke of our suicidal feelings often enough. In the end I kind of don’t think she did. She had so much to offer. Talent, intelligence, beauty, integrity, music. I’m so angry. And I feel abandoned. I guess I am maybe making a new trans friend, but one doesn’t just replace the other. I’m 58. I don’t make friends easily anymore. And I’m a shitty friend. I never answer the phone. I barely listen to my messages. I don’t check my email. I do text, but that isn’t enough for everybody.
Brooklyn trans life. There are trans bands playing practically every night.
She and I went to see five bands one time. That was probably at least a year ago. I can’t even remember all the bands. The Dilators, Crush Fund, maybe Eevie and the Echoes? Sandy was playing in two of three of them. Mya Byrne and her gf. It was a good show. Got out at like 3AM.
So when I saw Crush Fund was playing again I asked her if she wanted to go on text. She didn’t answer, but I didn’t think anything of it. Then when I got to the venue I texted her again. They went through green instead of blue. I thought maybe she lost her phone. But when Crushie came on, I suddenly realized she was probably dead. I remembered our mutual friend had called and said he had bad news. And it hadn’t occurred to me what it was… so it was March 7. I saw her late February at Lucy Sante’s reading at Rizzoli.
Brooklyn trans life. There are trans bands playing practically every night.
She and I went to see five bands one time. That was probably at least a year ago. I can’t even remember all the bands. The Dilators, Crush Fund, maybe Eevie and the Echoes? Sandy was playing in two of three of them. Mya Byrne and her gf. It was a good show. Got out at like 3AM.
So when I saw Crush Fund was playing again I asked her if she wanted to go on text. She didn’t answer, but I didn’t think anything of it. Then when I got to the venue I texted her again. They went through green instead of blue. I thought maybe she lost her phone. But when Crushie came on, I suddenly realized she was probably dead. I remembered our mutual friend had called and said he had bad news. And it hadn’t occurred to me what it was… so it was March 7. I saw her late February at Lucy Sante’s reading at Rizzoli.