Johnny and I had been close friends since elementary school. After college he moved to Switzerland and built a life; wife, kids, a whole existence built somewhere new. When he left I didn't handle it well — I even begged him not to go at one point. I grieved him like I was losing someone, even though he was still there. He'd told me: "Matty, I have to do what I have to do." I hadn't really understood that at the time. I do now.

In the summer of 2011, he was one of the people I most wanted to tell before I came out publicly.

June 21, 2011

I dropped a letter in the mail to him and Kathy. Then I sent an email.

He wrote back the next day. The letter hadn't arrived yet.

June 22, 2011
June 24, 2011

Two days later, on a Friday, the letter arrived in Switzerland.

I wrote back the same afternoon.

June 28–29, 2011

A few days passed. I checked in.

He was reading the blog. He just needed time. I appreciated that he said so explicitly rather than going quiet.

July 11, 2011

Three days before I came out publicly, I sent him something I hadn't sent anyone else: a link to my private YouTube video logs. The vlogs I'd been making since January — the first time going out, picking up my first estrogen prescription, the first day of school. All of it, unguarded.

The email I wrote alongside them is the one I think about most from that whole summer.

We tried to connect that afternoon. His wife was sick. We traded a few notes trying to pin down a time that never quite materialized.

On July 14, I sent the open letter to everyone. By then, Johnny already knew everything.

July 20, 2011

We had a long-running joke about credit card spending — a persona I'd invented called the Credit Card Deamon who showed up periodically to audit your financial decisions.

It was the first time he'd written Maddie. I noticed.

July 27, 2011
September 28, 2011

I'd sent out a mass email to update everyone on my new phone number. Johnny wrote back on a separate thread.


That was it. No ceremony. No conversation about where we'd landed.

I had sent him something — a book, a documentary, things I thought might help, or that I just wanted him to have. He'd received them. He was calling me Maddie now, not as a statement, just because that's who I was. And he wanted to know how the job hunt was going.

That's how the adjustment happened. Not in a speech, but in the ordinary texture of two people still being friends. I've visited his family in Switzerland since then, and he's come to the US. We don't see each other as often as I'd like, but we're still here.