I often sadly hear: "I can't even imagine being a person like you." It is done with great empathy, love, and care even. I know why this world failed to teach you about intersex people. Sex Education even failed to teach me. Worse, with surgeries and abortion Earth has tried to erase us off the… Continue reading I often hear: “I can’t even imagine…”
Month: July 2016
Poem: I was never in the wrong body. (With 6 Intersex flags from around the world.)
I was never in the wrong body How dare this world try to tell others they are in the wrong body too. It makes me angry. It makes me sad. I almost believed your lies. For a lifetime you tried to fix me! . I was born in the right body. Don't try to… Continue reading Poem: I was never in the wrong body. (With 6 Intersex flags from around the world.)
When the Colors of this Rainbow Fight
I am a Gender/Intersex Activist. I entered this world to help you change things. and yet I am excluded, talked badly about, and hurt by your lies. When the Colors of this Rainbow fight, it hurts this world, not just me. I am a Gender/Intersex Activist. I was hurt by this world like you were,… Continue reading When the Colors of this Rainbow Fight
Poem: Where did you all go? Was it all because of a penis?
The power of changing one's gender is sad, surreal and even amazing. Suddenly some of my friends no longer wanted to relate to me, talk to me, or even acknowledge that I was in their life anymore. All, simply because I now appear more male. This poem is to all those who vanished from my life… Continue reading Poem: Where did you all go? Was it all because of a penis?
Doctors call us a disorder, defect, or syndrome, when we are born. We are simply INTERSEX.
INTERSEX people are born as often as redheads, and possibly even more frequent. Sometimes when we are born, doctors do not even call us "intersex" or even "hermaphrodites". Instead, they tell our parents we are born with a "defect", a "disorder", or a "syndrome". Which is very misleading. This way they can justify corrective… Continue reading Doctors call us a disorder, defect, or syndrome, when we are born. We are simply INTERSEX.