Dear Senator(s) and whom it will concern, RE: SB 225 (Wiener) | January 20, 2021 I was born in 1967, with a rare form of Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia and with non-life-threatening genitals that made my mom feel that I might be her son. She was going to name me Anthony Ray. Closer inspection made them… Continue reading My Letter: SB 225 (Wiener) – My Intersex Story
June is CAH Awareness Month | What it means to me in 2020
Up until this year, I typically have not celebrated June CAH Awareness month, because of the CAH (Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia) organizations and groups not even acknowledging my sex is intersex and that I am an intersex man. I do believe that this is all due to their prejudice and bias. Serendipitously, CAH Awareness Month lands… Continue reading June is CAH Awareness Month | What it means to me in 2020
Poem: When I faced the streets alone
When I faced the streets alone I looked up into the Florida winter sky The stars seemed further away than usual God nowhere to be found in my heart I thought I was alone I now know God was there but not at the time just darkness you see, boys don't cry... or do they?… Continue reading Poem: When I faced the streets alone
Does my family know prejudice?
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?
Why I now don’t call it my “dead name” anymore, and why semantics matter.
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.
Poem: This is my planet too
In my world, I am not crazy. In your world I am crazy. In my world, I legally changed my birth certificate to intersex. In your world, you still deny me as crazy. In my world, I change the minds of those who want to be educated. In your world, you still refuse to be… Continue reading Poem: This is my planet too
Why medical prejudice and malpractice didn’t kill me.
A friend shared this quote with me when I was dying and saving myself from the horrors of forced gender assignment back in 2014. Back then, I felt like I was drowning in the middle of the cold Atlantic Ocean with no raft, no life jacket. Abandoned by those who should have cared, but did… Continue reading Why medical prejudice and malpractice didn’t kill me.