I have been helping an intersex survivor and asked to share their words to this world. I Hope this makes everyone give pause. It is no wonder why the suicide rate is so high. I have felt the same at times: I may seem like a strong person, but in reality, I am fragile deep…… Continue reading An Anonymous Message from a Suicidal Intersex Survivor
They told me I had to be a girl. Can you imagine being told you are a girl? Somebody else was in control. At three years old, they told me my body could never pass as a boy. Can you imagine being told your body is wrong at three? Somebody else was in control.…… Continue reading Poem: Somebody else was in control
It is important to understand that for me, being born in the middle as intersex, I need to be medically and socially recognized, as both male and female, to get the proper care I might be needing if I show up at the hospital emergency room, or have to be hospitalized. First of all, my…… Continue reading Why when I go to the Emergency Room I mark Both the male and female box.
I am a man, with a few boy parts, that most call girl parts. But that is only because they believe in lies. They are all boy parts if they are my parts, because I am a boy. I might be non-conforming, but they belong to me, and my legal gender is male. As for…… Continue reading The male/female binary is a Myth!
I have an intersex cousin who was born about ten years after me. They allowed a surgeon to cut off their child’s phallus for no good reason. They allowed themselves to be talked into the utterly crazy belief that all there is to being a woman is to be missing a penis. Worse, this surgeon…… Continue reading Being rejected by my family because of what I represent when I speak up for my intersex cousin who was mutilated.
Dear Little Boy, who I used to be, Please do not believe the lies you were told. They convinced you that you were born wrong, that you would amount to nothing. They even convinced you that you would never be lovable as your authentic self. They told you over and over, from the time…… Continue reading A Note to self: Dear Little Boy, who I used to be