They told me I had to be a girl. Can you imagine being told you are a girl? Somebody else was in control. At three years old, they told me my body could never pass as a boy. Can you imagine being told your body is wrong at three? Somebody else was in control.… Continue reading Poem: Somebody else was in control
Dear Child, born like me, I saw your blue eyes, yesterday. Your eyes, as deep as the ocean, they touched my soul. I could feel your insecurity, your anxiety, and happiness, to be with a person born like yourself for the first time ever. I think it is in our eyes. People see it in… Continue reading Poem: Dear child, born like me
I have an intersex cousin who was born about ten years after me. They allowed a surgeon to cut off their child's phallus for no good reason. They allowed themselves to be talked into the utterly crazy belief that all there is to be a woman is to be missing a penis. Worse, this surgeon… Continue reading Being rejected by my family because of what I represent when I speak up for my intersex cousin who was mutilated.
Our kids are proof that it is about educating only about the male/female binary, and intersex erasure, that messes up the truth around natural bodily variations existing in us humans. You see, our children were taught that intersex bodies and transgender bodies existed. We educated them as soon as I realized I was not a… Continue reading The FEMALE PENIS and the MALE VAGINA; and explaining this to our children.
I am 100% alien, until law says otherwise I could die without my human rights African American Slaves were called animals Law had to finally say otherwise The Civil Rights movement changed things Black Lives Matter They are human • If I die with human dignity having full human rights It will have… Continue reading Poem: The Alien and the Empty Bucket
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?
I Will Sing My Song How could you see my angel wings, you were blind, you could not sing. I was locked in a Cage. How could you see that I was special, they had lied to you, they told you I was all wrong and you believed them. You locked me up, and let… Continue reading Poem: I Will Sing My Song
What a Ride! I watched a November 2015 Dr. Phil show episode entitled, Mama's Little Boy or Daddy's Little Girl: Identity Confusion or Brainwashing?. The reason I’m giving that show space in my blog is to illustrate the way NOT to advocate for intersex human rights, and I almost got coerced into it. The… Continue reading Why I said ‘no’ to Dr. Phil.