A letter I shared on: Mx. Anunnaki Ray, Gender/Intersex Activist Facebook Page: Sending a note, to simply say thank you again, for listening, and sharing this page. It is sometimes hard for people to hear about a culture different than their own, especially when daily the news can be so depressing and unimaginable. I have…… Continue reading Adding the “I” responsibly to LGBT
God-incidence or Serendipity? What ever you call it, it felt like a miracle. I was finally coming to terms with who I was as a human being. This was after having a life time of not feeling real, and being thrown away by many doctors, therapist and psychiatrists, who had tried to ‘fix me’. …… Continue reading The two of us, born intersex and named ‘Antoinette’ at our birth.
I was a cutter. I want to own “was” a cutter, because I do not want to feed that monster no more. Triggers can sometimes bring back this self-destructive behavior. Being born intersex, and not being able to be my authentic gender, messed me up bad. You see, I was assigned a girl, when…… Continue reading Yes, I was a cutter.
I have a dear lady friend. Her name is Synthia Roy, and she lives in my city. She now lives her authentic gender, after being assigned male at birth. Her insight about what is happening around the definition of transgender, in our city, has truly concerned me. I would like to talk about two…… Continue reading Today is: “Gender Correct Day”
Precious child, that came into my life, To show me that my work is making a difference. Your hugs, your love, a priceless gift. To think, you thank me for showing you are not alone. And yet, you are the one that made me feel that I am not alone. Precious child, that came into my…… Continue reading Poem: Precious child, that came into my life
I was in therapy learning that I was a girl. Sugar and spice and everything nice. At the same time my little brother’s emergence into this world was being celebrated. Snips and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails IMAGINE YAY! they said. His penis a glorious thing! He will stand to pee even! He gets to carry…… Continue reading Poem: IMAGINE being erased
Am I angry I was raised a girl? The true emotions are devastated, overwhelmed, and crushed. This world was not better prepared for my arrival, nor more than it is prepared for a baby born like me now. So I share my life story to change this. I wish my parents had been instructed to…… Continue reading Am I Angry I was raised a Girl?