I now appear a MINORITY in many ways. I am the SAME PERSON, only my labels have changed. I have much to share with this world about hate, prejudice, and judgment now. When I appeared a GIRL to this world: At one time I was considered Cisgender, Heterosexual, and had White Female Privilege.… Continue reading How I lost all my Privilege
February 21, 2000, I finally escaped the grip of psychiatric addiction and dependence to over 14 pills a day. This was with the help of new doctor realizing how horribly I had been misdiagnosed. The withdrawal was absolutely horrible and I could have never done it without the help of the twelve step recovery rooms.… Continue reading My Hearing to Legally Change my name is February 21, 2018, and a God-Incidence and here is why:
Sharing my thoughts for today, and something that might surprise you! Lots of guys might have shame being a shorter stature. According to statistics, a man is "short", if they come in under 5'7" in the USA. I am 5'5"! I have absolutely no shame or body dysphoria. I know I am fortunate that way!… Continue reading Once assigned female: I am very proud to be a little man now!
Over 50% would have died. I just survived what most would not have. No I do not like this world. It is a cruel and cold place for intersex people and transgender people. Most would not have switched their gender to save their lives. I can't respect that. I just survived what most wouldn't have.… Continue reading Poem: Over 50% would have died.
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
I was born in 1967 and assigned a female at birth and on my birth certificate. My medical career as a patient started at three years old. It was after they realized they had a boy on their hands, that was not allowed to be a boy. Back then, they called me "perceptionaly handicapped", and… Continue reading How I was medically, and psychiatrically violated as an intersex person.
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.
As a teen "girl", in the 80's all the short rock stars and movie stars haunted me and intrigued me at the same time. Limahl was one of them. He was in the group, Kajagoogoo, as well as being a musician on his own. He haunted me because I was not allowed to be a… Continue reading A fun blog: Limahl, Adam Ant, Chris Kattan, Pete Burns, and me!
Why did you want me to die? The last I heard you were "Devastated" that I saved my life. "Devastated" that you now have a brother "Devastated" that I did not die a broken and A very sick intersex woman Why did you want me to die? Did I ruin your plans for my funeral?… Continue reading Poem: Why did you want me to die?
Here are memories, I wrote on Facebook, from March, 23rd, 2015 (week 14), after setting myself free from being so sick, and seen as the wrong gender. At this point, I am now embracing my bodies natural higher testosterone, as well as injecting more. What a glorious thing to not worry about being… Continue reading Memories of Week 14, 2015: Set Free to COME HOME for the FIRST TIME