We both felt like we were from another world. You on one side of the country, and me on the other. And we would not know it until half our lives were over. You would be born a decade before me. Sharing with pride to all your friends your genitals from another world. All… Continue reading Poem: When two lonely aliens become brothers
My thoughts on prejudice today: My dad was a Castilian Spaniard. Our Spanish ancestors were Ashkenazi Jews that escaped Europe into the United States to survive being killed. They converted to Christianity due to Catholic missionaries in the United States as immigrants. My grandmother was so terrified of their speaking Spanish, they forbid it in… Continue reading Does my family know prejudice?
I am dear friends with Phyllis Gallisath, a mother whos buried her transgender son died last year. His name was Liam, and he had been found dead, after not coming home one day after completing suicide. Like many of us assigned wrong at birth, he suffered from horrible depression and it finally took his life.… Continue reading Why I now don’t call it my “dead name” anymore, and why semantics matter.
Little did we know, we married on Pete Burns Birthday, August 5th, 1995. If you do not know Pete was a beautiful man in the '80s and the lead singer for "Dead or Alive". His legacy lives on for breaking the gender stereotypes and living as a beautiful man! I would not discover… Continue reading Our 24th Wedding Anniversary and Serendipity with Pete Burns
By Jim Costich April 17th, 2019 Like Anunnaki, I am one of the lucky ones. One of the intersex people who was not mutilated by surgeons' knives. Also, one of the lucky ones because I did not have a forced gender assignment and although my hormonal health was postponed due to medical malpractitioners I… Continue reading Intersex people must be allowed self-determination about our bodies, our identities, and our lives. By Jim Costich
This world did not teach you. I could not reach you. This world did not teach you. So you did not know better. • Ignorance creates monsters. Ignorance creates fear. You were supposed to love me. You hated me instead. We are blood. It did not matter to you. • This world did not… Continue reading Poem: Getting over the Grief of Abandonment
To my mother: When I was born I became a thorn in your pocket You wanted me to be Anthony I disappointed you You raised me as Antoinette My picture not even in your locket You couldn't protect me, they erased me To my living sister: When I grew up You called me Toni with… Continue reading Poem: You couldn’t protect me, they erased me