Why am I writing this? I can no longer stand how stupid people are. On April 22, 2024, my dad turned 88 years old. He experienced the Second World War as a child. On April 23, 2024, it was reported that 900 Ukrainian soldiers had lost their lives or been injured. I'm sure there were no fewer Russians either. Are you completely insane? You don't shoot a dad, brother, father, friend, son or drinking buddy - no, you don't. It's not possible to like everyone, but you have to respect their lives. When people talk about guns but then throw suggestions for “peace” to the wind, I despise them. Nothing is more important than peace. People who still had their lives ahead of them, young people who no longer have legs and have lost their sight. How crazy are those who cry for weapons?
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Why do I do this?
A quick note: to all those who know me but never realized until now that I’m a transvestite—yes, that’s who I am, “Elli Hunter.” She’s part of me, and I’m not ashamed of it. I live the “feminine” side of my personality just the same. But never forget that I’m still the same person you already know. I see myself as a small splash of color in the gray monotony of everyday life. I simply enjoy transforming myself, enjoying life, and stepping into the role of a woman. Wouldn’t everyone like to be someone else just once—to step out of their own skin? This is the way I found for myself. And please, if you have questions, don’t talk behind my back—just ask me directly. That’s the least bit of courage you should have. Our society dictates how we’re supposed to dress, but maybe I just don’t want to follow that. Often, I think: if my actions and way of life are your greatest problem, then the world’s problems are solved.
“You might think you don’t know any transvestites—but many transvestites know you.”
Don’t just dream your life—live your dream.
At some point, I turned Elli into my profession and did what many people only dream of: I combined my passion, my job, and my life. Yes, I guess I should say thank you to the people who live with and around me for showing me a lot of tolerance.
Sometimes, I also think certain looks from strangers aren’t negative but rather a bit envious—why? We don’t live very long on this wonderful world. What are 80 years, really? Three weeks after the last nail is hammered into our coffin, no one (apart from a few relatives) will really think about us anymore. So, should I live for 60 years in a way that others want me to? No, I won’t. I’ll live my life. Better to die on my feet than live on my knees.
Who are you, really?
I’m quite a quiet person who prefers practicing guitar at home to partying. I like listening to Ludwig Hirsch because of his beautiful melancholy, and I enjoy talking to my dog far more than giving my opinion on random “pseudo-problems.” The only thing I’m afraid of anymore is wasting even a single second of my life. I often ask myself, “Is that all there is?”
Have you lived today?
Even though the following seems cliché, it should make us think twice about whether we’re going astray on our journey from A to B, especially if we’ve lost sight of how limited our time really is.
An 85-year-old man, knowing he would soon die, said:
“If I had my life to live over, I would make more mistakes; I’d try not to be so terribly perfect; I’d relax more and take things less seriously; I’d be more spontaneous and a bit crazier, and I wouldn’t worry so much about my reputation; I’d travel more, climb more mountains, swim across more rivers, and watch more sunsets; I’d eat more ice cream; I’d have more real hardships and fewer imaginary ones; I’d go barefoot earlier in spring and later in autumn, I’d smell more flowers, hug more children, and tell more people that I love them. If I had my life to live over. But I don’t.”
