I put out a poll on social media to prove a point about implicit bias and gender identity. It asked: "When you think about Ancient Greek Hermaphrodite Statues what pronouns would you reflexively use to describe that person depicted?" As you can see Most said she/her. Facebook did not offer me a third option,… Continue reading Implicit bias making Hermaphrodites “she/her” and being called an “it”.
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.
I morn and grieve for that little boy who had no support. Who was not allowed to emerge, who was told by his family and experts that he was a girl, that he had to be a girl. I use to cry alot and feel despair that led to only suicide and self destruction. I… Continue reading Finally, I am the man I was supposed to be.
My thoughts for the day: The invention of sex being only typical male or typical female bodies happened in the late 1800s. At this point, the government and medical complex work together and from that point forward only two options would be given at our birth. Thus, hurting all intersex and gender variant people who… Continue reading Eugenics & Genocide: The Male & Female Binary Myth
From a Life Event on Facebook: I survived when I truly believe that few do. Being brave, and sharing a memory from November 2014. I was having an adrenal crisis with a urinary tract infection. I suffered from disabling autonomic dysfunction back then, among other things related to mitochondrial disorder and related problems due to… Continue reading My Gratitude for Thanksgiving 2018
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