At six weeks, my skin felt the coldness and the sharpness of the steel scalpel, as it tore through my infant abdomen. Unformed and benign gonads, with their unfulfilled destinies, wreaking havoc on my newness. Brought into conscious existence unbeknown of my incompleteness; my cells deriving my complexities. The incision opens me up to all,… Continue reading Poem: SCARS By Sarah Hobbs | Intersex Survivor
For the greater good I have been used to teach your world better Like an alien visitor I have been abused I have be misused Sensationalized Criticized Scrutinized Like a Circus Side Show Friended and cracked open to be dropped after you are done with me Looked at under a microscope So alone For no… Continue reading Poem: Being used to help change this world.
My Thoughts for November: Transgender Awareness Month. Please pause when some in the psychiatric and medical complex want to diagnose people who are different or act against cultural standards. Not all psychiatrist or medical doctors are harmful, and many are there to help people. However, there are still some psychiatrist and doctors, who still do… Continue reading Stop diagnosing those you don’t agree with.
The Chalk Board that Anunnaki and His Husband James Made for Intersex Awareness Day 2015 | All the bad words I have been called. I was born intersex in 1967, and experts decided to raise me a girl in error. My mother would want me named Anthony. She was right in her intuition about my… Continue reading For Intersex Day of Solidarity and Remembrance 2020