Welcome, Mr. Vagina, Mrs. Penis, and Mx. Hermaphrodite! Welcome to a new world that doesn't deny your existence. Where genitals can belong to any gender identity and any sexual orientation and you are all valid. Where us humans have learned to stop conflating sex traits with gender identity. Better yet, no one is diagnosed as… Continue reading Poem: Mr. Vagina, Mrs. Penis, and Mx. Hermaphrodite
A Dedication to my husband L - Loss of life. E - Emotional wreck. U - No Universal Healthcare. K - Keeping your head up somehow. E - Easter, and all holidays could miss me. M - Mood swings, depression and devestation. I - Whom am "I" now, that I know I could die too… Continue reading Poems: His Leukemia
Self-centered people Prejudice when twisted and turned This isn't about you! By Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez March, 22nd 2021
I had to prove I could exist And there we were in ancient texts We will never be erased again by a binary myth The Ancient Talmud: Androgynos/אַנְדְּרוֹגִינוֹס Tumtum/ טֻומְטוּם Ay’lonit/איילונית Saris/סריס More than two: Zachar/זָכָר and Nekeivah/נְקֵבָה Why did they erase us? Supremacy Eugenics and Genocide Homophobia Scaple Lies By Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez… Continue reading Poem: I had to prove I could exist
I was told once again by an expert that I should not be alive I was told once again, without denial, that I deserve my disability I was told once again by my family that I am loved I was told once again, as I fight to live each day, that I am worthy of… Continue reading Poem: How to live against all odds
So many dead now and more are dying Very few did anything to stop it Greed and people in power and control Consuming our country with hate and greed Not caring that the poor, the old, and those marginalized would be hit worse As if they wanted us to die How can we deny that… Continue reading Poem: It’s 2021, will love prevail?
So much death this year Only the lucky have made it Some are awake now By Anunnaki Marquez December 31st 2020 New Years Eve ~.V.~
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 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