Dazzle

“I had a secret, something was bothering me, something that was really worrying me very much, something I was afraid to tell anybody, anybody-I couldn’t imagine what their reaction would be, it was such an odd thing that was worrying me, that had been worrying me for almost two years” (Capote 412). This quote that I stated pretty much sums up my story. My secret was truly bothering me, but I just could not tell anyone else about it – and I mean anyone. I couldn’t bare the thought of their face when they heard my secret. I should have listened to myself when I was thinking this because I should not have told anyone about my secret because when I did, the stupid woman laughed at me. I don’t have any anger directed towards Truman Capote because it’s not his fault that I told this secret to the witch Mrs. Ferguson. The reason for this is because I know other people won’t understand and they will think it weird of me. I think this is why I went to Mrs. Ferguson because she was weird too. The only difference was that people respected Mrs. Ferguson and were civil with her. If they would have heard about my terrible secret, they would have banned me from society and made a fool of me. I would have liked for Mr. Capote to give me more courage in the story, but I just was a coward of a boy. The problem is this time period that I am in. If I tried to voice my secret to the world they would ban me. It’s hard living this life of secrecy, but someone had to write a story to society about the issue I was facing, and that someone was Mr. Capote himself. 

My thoughts:

I don't have much to say besides the fact that this story is one that was extremely sad to me. While interviewing this poor boy, I kept getting the image of a martyr in my head. I just truly hope that the story shows to be a message to the outside world that the want to be a different gender is not something chosen but is something that is given to them when they are born. It might not reveal itself until later in life, but it will always be there.

Here's a picture of the necklace his grandmother had: (it was taken right before the thievery)