She was born Christopher Binns. For twenty years I thought I had a nephew. He didn't talk a lot about his feelings for himself or his body. For another twenty years I thought I had a gay nephew. No biggee. It made no difference to me.
I only realized I actually had a niece a few years ago. That revelation took a while to adjust to. She had top surgery and looked and acted as feminine as I (actually more so, she really made a great looking woman who sang and danced and attracted hot men like crazy). Still, I am ashamed to admit I didn't start using the proper pronoun for her until 2018 when she was hospitalized after an accident.
The first time I visited she was in intensive care, unconscious. No makeup, wig missing, covered in bandages, monitors and tubes. Yet all the medical personel were considerate enough to call her "she". They did it as naturally as they would have done so for me. Crystal was not just a pretend girl, that's who she was. From then on I had no problem thinking of her as a woman.
Her voice was so much like her mother's that even though my sister died long ago, I would sometimes look around expecting to see her when Crystal spoke. She was a caring, sensative woman who also had more friends than I. I did not spend nearly enough time with her. Not because she was trans. I had a busy life, and, being an introvert, was perfectly content with myself. She hated not being around family. She and I talked on the phone a few weeks ago. I listened while she lamented how seldom she and I met in person. She was right, but then, I seldom get together with any of my relatives. I found the quarantine in place order a delight. The pandemic gave me an excuse to be alone.
I blithely said I would see her sometime after the stay-at-home order ended. In the back of my head I thought I would one day write a story featuring a trans character. I could use her as a source, and interview her ... someday.
Someday will never come, now. I lost her two weeks ago. Not to Covid, but to heart failure. Which is so wrong, because she was filled with heart. It could have been hormone related, and I know near the end she feared she might have to lose her prosthesis, I think her implants may have caused her some problems. Or maybe it was all stress. She was increasingly worried about other trans women she knew. Every time a trans woman was murdered, she grew more furious and at the same time fearful. I wonder how much loosing so many friends over the past few years put strain on her heart.
She had a lot of friends in the community. I never knew how many until I posted about her death. People posted narratives about what she meant to them, and how heartbroken they now were. I learned more about her from reading those tributes than I did from being her aunt. It's good to know she was well-loved. Good to hear the stories of her kindness and generosity. They also hurt, because I should have been closer to her, should have known those stories myself. I never realized she took in she took in gay and trans kids whose parents threw them out. She did more than lament for some of the trans women being murdered, she knew many of them personally. The strain of seeing one after another murdered must have torn at her and her heart.
I have read Luna, by Julie Ann Peters. Its a well written story about a transgender girl's struggle for acceptance by frineds and family, told fromt he point of view of the only person who loves her no matter what, her younger sister.
I also read and enjoyed I Am J by Chris Beam. That is the story of a trans boy learning how to be a man. I want more. There must be more, I simply haven't found them yet.
I cannot write Crystal's story now, I lost that chance when she died. I love and miss her, and it would feel too much like I was stealing her life if I tried to write a trans girl now. Besides, I want to read something authentic, written by a trans author who eats, sleeps and even bleeds the reality, just as Crystal did. I would absolutely love to read books filled with trans thoughts, emotions and experiences. That's my wish. I want books written by and about trans men and women who grow up, meet, fall in love, experience heartbreak and finally have an HEA. Please, if you know of any such books send the information my way.
Ditto for trans authors, both published or aspiring. I plan to get together with some of her friends and see if they have book suggestions. And see if any of them are, or want to be, writers. I spent last year mentoring an aspiring author of color. Maybe this year I will do the same with a trans author. If I can't write Crystal's story, maybe one of her friends can write their own, with a little help from me. I enjoy being a mentor. And I will feel like I'm doing something for my niece.


