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
Our kids are proof that it is about educating only about the male/man & female/woman binary, and intersex erasure, that messes up the truth around natural bodily variations existing in us humans. You see, our children were taught that intersex bodies and transgender bodies exist. We educated them as soon as I realized I was… Continue reading A Woman’s PENIS and A Man’s VAGINA; and explaining this to our children.
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? Whatever 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 lifetime of not feeling real, and being thrown away by many doctors, therapist and psychiatrists, who had tried to 'fix me.' I was an… 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 into 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?
The power of changing one's gender is sad, surreal and even amazing. Suddenly some of my friends no longer wanted to relate to me, talk to me, or even acknowledge that I was in their life anymore. All, simply because I now appear more male. This poem is to all those who vanished from my life… Continue reading Poem: Where did you all go? Was it all because of a penis?
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 