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.
Chop chop chop…and I get to hug the little children chopped on.
As an INTERSEX ACTIVIST: Yesterday, I got to help a mom of an 8 year old child find a doctor. You know why? Because their daughter is an outcast now and not all doctors are "safe" now. You know why, their daughter is an outcast? Because their daughter was born with a… Continue reading Chop chop chop…and I get to hug the little children chopped on.
Poem: Dear Dad, Invisible is no way to live.
Dear Dad, INVISIBLE Is no way to live I was your little boy, that could never be seen The doctors told you I was born a girl You and mom believed them My brother stole the show from me He was your son I was the broken one They taught me that I could not be… Continue reading Poem: Dear Dad, Invisible is no way to live.