Let me make it clear to you. You're a backstabbing tranny slut, aka former trusted friend. I've known you since before you were even legal, supported you with your transition, listened to your heartaches and breakups, celebrated your successes, and defended you when others mocked you. I've never asked for anything in return... but you decided to hook up with my man after I told you how happy I was with him. Sleeping with him over and over, even after you got caught! What you are is a jealous, envious freak of nature! Actually, there's nothing natural about you. Your hips are fat-injected, your boobs are obsessively bigger than your Cro-Magnon head, your face looks like a shovel dipped in mud. I'd rather endure nails on a chalkboard than your inaudible, horrific voice and grammatically incorrect speech. You don't have a heart, you don't have a soul. Your artificial body will rot in hell on earth. Don't tell me you're sorry and that you didn't mean to hurt me! Good riddance to you—not only did you lose a sexual exploit, you lost a genuine friend. Good luck finding clarity in your hormone-inflicted, prostitution-infested life! I don't swear, but fuck you!

—Anonymous