My thoughts on prejudice today: My dad was a Castilian Spaniard. Our Spanish ancestors were Ashkenazi Jews that escaped Europe into the United States to survive being killed. They converted to Christianity due to Catholic missionaries in the United States as immigrants. My grandmother was so terrified of their speaking Spanish, they forbid it in… Continue reading Does my family know prejudice?
They broke you. They broke me. We sit here together all broken. We are both bleeding, and yet you attack me. They taught us to hate ourselves. So you attack me some more. What else would we expect from the broken? Yet, I refuse to fight you. I see why you… Continue reading Poem: Our Broken Intersex Community
I am dear friends with Phyllis Gallisath, a mother whos buried her transgender son died last year. His name was Liam, and he had been found dead, after not coming home one day after completing suicide. Like many of us assigned wrong at birth, he suffered from horrible depression and it finally took his life.… Continue reading Why I now don’t call it my “dead name” anymore, and why semantics matter.
Little did we know, we married on Pete Burns Birthday, August 5th, 1995. If you do not know Pete was a beautiful man in the '80s and the lead singer for "Dead or Alive". His legacy lives on for breaking the gender stereotypes and living as a beautiful man! I would not discover… Continue reading Our 24th Wedding Anniversary and Serendipity with Pete Burns