They broke you. They broke me. We sit here together all broken. We are both bleeding, and yet you attack me. They taught us to hate ourselves. So you attack me some more. What else would we expect from the broken? Yet, I refuse to fight you. I see why you… Continue reading Poem: Our Broken Intersex Community
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
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 