Today I shared to the world on Facebook: My great aunt suffered electric shock treatment and being locked up in psychiatric hospitals for being a lesbian. She would ultimately commit suicide to escape institutionalized torture. I sometimes wonder if she was also intersex. I can't get any straight answers. If she was intersex, that would… Continue reading Poem: Institutionalized approved torture
Sally's Message to us in this youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe8ngRLiUH0&fbclid=IwAR0p750HNCkc7BnNyuVwSHboFcYZuTye-aRgvxcUrM9xVwKITuWrcBccZec Note: In 2014, Sally died the same year I came out to the world. Sally holds a very, very, special place in my heart. RIP Sally, and thank you for your hope, encouragement, and love. You can read more about Sally here: SALLY GROSS REMEMBERED AS FEARLESS… Continue reading Intersex born, Sally Gross’ message to us.
You were told that you were born a male. In one photo you wear a beard. You complain people use incorrect pronouns thus misgendering you. I only see a stunning woman. Supposedly you were born female. In one photo you wear makeup. You complain people use incorrect pronouns thus misgendering you. But, I only… Continue reading Poem: I see Your Soul | By F.I. Goldhaber
I morn and grieve for that little boy who had no support. Who was not allowed to emerge, who was told by his family and experts that he was a girl, that he had to be a girl. I use to cry alot and feel despair that led to only suicide and self destruction. I… Continue reading Finally, I am the man I was supposed to be.
The beauty of having an ally like Philip Batterham, the President of the International Genetics Federation: My TEDx: “Born Intersex: We are Human!” My Source Page for TEDx Jacksonville, 2018: “BORN INTERSEX, We are HUMAN!” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpPTf-00ab0 I am Proudly the First in Colorado to get an Intersex Birth Certificate Poem: Your Open Mind Poem: This… Continue reading To the Right Wing: I exist even if your mind is closed.
A healthy baby was born this fine afternoon… To two grateful parents who lived by the lagoon. There was a flutter of activity when they thought that the baby wasn’t healthy at all. Doctors were sought from all over the country… To see what was wrong with this fine healthy baby. One doctor said: “the… Continue reading Poem: Born Purple By Er. Andrea V. Boisseau
Jim Costich June 30th, 2019 It had to be May because I was sitting in my two rope swing hanging from an apple tree covered in blossoms and honeybees. I remember looking down at my Buster Brown’s swinging higher and higher, sun filtering through the leaves and singing at the top of my four-year-old… Continue reading This is my Father’s World (Part 1 of 3)