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
My husband, my everything, my patron to all that I did and do my life for thirty years May be over soon Three to six months to live I can hardly breathe Life as we knew it is over and we thought we had it bad A Love that few understood Don't you dare shame… Continue reading My heart breaks but I have to be strong for him
The two of us We were both young with curly hair Both with "too many" earrings Mistaken as siblings Misfits in many ways not lovers Hidden within me a man You got to see a woman back then You loved me When no one else would Medically abused Psychiatrically misused Corrective raped and beaten They… Continue reading Poem: Two Loti Flowers | Our 25th Silver Aniversary
The United States 2020 Census didn't include my sex. You see, my legal existence is not intersex, the way that I was born. September 2018 this erroneous error on my original birth certificate was corrected to my true sex: intersex. I am Proudly the First in Colorado to get an Intersex Birth… Continue reading The United States 2020 Census Didn’t Include My Sex!
I close my eyes and walk in the past To your waterfall, I am at peace at last My body with fever, my throat razor blades My head is hurting, my mind in a haze The thick goo in my throat breaking with meds Hoping it doesn't travel any lower please go away and no… Continue reading Poem: I am sick, too.
Moose, Our beloved dog. You loved your family loyally since day one. A gift to us from the angels. Your ability to detect seizures and lactic acidosis even. We found a dog school that taught us to train you into service. You officially became a service dog and went everywhere with us. Allowing us to… Continue reading Poem: A Service Dog’s Perfect Love
My friend on facebook used to play a game with haiku, where you keep on going with the last sentence of that last haiku. She wrote: Their cold prejudice Will not stop us enjoying Our family of choice. By Cathy Green ♥♥♥ More Poems I Have Written Since Emancipating My True Gender ~.V.~
When I faced the streets alone I looked up into the Florida winter sky The stars seemed further away than usual God nowhere to be found in my heart I thought I was alone I now know God was there but not at the time just darkness you see, boys don't cry... or do they?… Continue reading Poem: When I faced the streets alone
All my life false and real, right and wrong tangled Playing with the moon, ridiculing wind, listening to birds Many years wasted seeing the mountain covered with snow This winter I suddenly realize snow makes a mountain. - Eihel Dogen For those who do not know, this is an example of a Koan. A Koan… Continue reading A Zen Koan: The winter of my life.
A conversation starter: Was my husband at one time a person that could have been considered a "pervert" or a "chaser" for being curious and wanting to date me, and have sex with me, an intersex trans person? My answer is "yes". And yet, here we are thirty years later in the same marriage. Yet, today I… Continue reading Is my husband a pervert?
