It is sad when it takes bravery to be my friend. What will your friends say, when they find out, that I was born in-between, or was once called a beautiful woman with a "disorder of sexual development", or a "syndrome"? * I now appear a queer gay man, I won't even conform to… Continue reading Another Intersex Poem: It is sad when it takes bravery to be my friend.
Category: Human Rights Violations
My genitals are not “Normal”, but I don’t think normal is normal.
I am tired of hearing the words "normal". Who is truly "normal"? Is the government and the medical system that powerful that it can declare me, or anyone "defective" or "disordered", when our genitals do not add up to "normal"? So far the answer is "yes"; And yet, nature created my intersex body and… Continue reading My genitals are not “Normal”, but I don’t think normal is normal.
The Surgical Assignment of Gender and the Public Bathroom Problem in America
I would like to bring to attention, that to change one's gender, if assigned wrong by the authorities at birth, in some states in America a person has no choice but to have genital surgery to match the typical genitals for the male and female binary. To find out the laws in each state that… Continue reading The Surgical Assignment of Gender and the Public Bathroom Problem in America
Eight Names for the SAME thing: Penis, Phallus, Clitoris, Phalloclitoris, Micropenis, Microphalus, Clitoromegaly and Pseudo-Penis.
Few realize this simple scientific fact: In the developing fetus, the same spot that develops into a typical (endosex) clitoris or penis is called the Genital Tubercle. In embryology this spot has also been called the “primordial phallus.” As you can see below, the genitals are very much the same in appearance from 9 to 11… Continue reading Eight Names for the SAME thing: Penis, Phallus, Clitoris, Phalloclitoris, Micropenis, Microphalus, Clitoromegaly and Pseudo-Penis.
Poem: I Will Sing My Song
I Will Sing My Song How could you see my angel wings, you were blind, you could not sing. I was locked in a Cage. How could you see that I was special, they had lied to you, they told you I was all wrong and you believed them. You locked me up, and let… Continue reading Poem: I Will Sing My Song
My Poem: THE Female PENIS
THE Female PENIS If you got one, you are told the rules. No make-up, no pink. This world will make you think You can't even act in certain ways or play in certain ways your world becomes blue All these gender roles taught to us Due to two small boxes Male and Female But… Continue reading My Poem: THE Female PENIS
Why I said ‘no’ to Dr. Phil.
What a Ride! I watched a November 2015 Dr. Phil show episode entitled, Mama's Little Boy or Daddy's Little Girl: Identity Confusion or Brainwashing?. The reason I’m giving that show space in my blog is to illustrate the way NOT to advocate for intersex human rights, and I almost got coerced into it. The show’s… Continue reading Why I said ‘no’ to Dr. Phil.
It is time to stop the “normalizing” genital surgery on intersex infants!
This diagram, above, shows some of the varieties of genital appearance that can occur in some forms of intersex. Often, when a baby is born appearing like one of these varieties of human, it is considered a "psychosocial emergency"; and doctors want to make the child appear as typical as possible as soon as possible. The… Continue reading It is time to stop the “normalizing” genital surgery on intersex infants!
Poem: Too filled with sorrow to cry anymore
Too filled with sorrow to even cry anymore This world took away who I am. It took away my purpose. I told you I was a boy, but what would I know? You said I was too young to know. >:< This world took away who I am. I lived broken. It upset… Continue reading Poem: Too filled with sorrow to cry anymore
An Intersex Poem of Freedom: I Will Sing My Song
For Warmth I hold my face between my hands no I am not crying I hold my face between my hands to keep my loneliness warm two hands protecting two hands nourishing two hands to prevent my soul from leaving me in anger By Thich Nhat Hanh My sorrow and empathy consume me when… Continue reading An Intersex Poem of Freedom: I Will Sing My Song
