When I was born there was no way to define my true biological sex accurately. This is because I was born intersex. Because of this, they thought it would be in my best interest to assign me female and raise me a girl when I was never supposed to be a girl. By adolescence, being… Continue reading Surviving ‘Psychic Mutilation’, and how I was psychiatrically and medically violated and erased.
Ode to a life A little child was born today, whether it’s a boy or a girl was hard to say. The poor, innocent mother they quickly sedated, While the doctors and nurses stood around and debated. One doctor said “The penis is too small, this will never, never do at all.” Another spoke up… Continue reading A poem from an intersex survivor of genital cosmetic corrective surgery: Ode to a life.
The surgeries for Hypospadias are sold like kool-aid or a Pepsi commercial by some clinics and hospitals. The new latest and greatest technique being competed for by surgeons. The life of the child in the balance. Is it a girl? Is it a boy? Never to ask if the child should get to decide… Continue reading A survivor of Intersex Genital Mutilation: Is Hypospadias Intersex?
Intersex Poem: September 5th, 2012 "Let’s curse the verse. The fame of shame can be tamed. Its name is bold, written on a frame of gold. The picture can’t be measured with a Ritcher. A broken heart torn all apart. So from the start, we a work of art. But with a scalpel with no… Continue reading Intersex Poem By Mo Cortez, Intersex Advocate
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:
No words need to be said. Yes, it is utterly and horrifically overwhelming at times I rarely get a break And once again Over and over again Shoved off the cliff I am a cliff climber After fifty years I am damn good at it too At least now I know I am not alone… Continue reading Poem: I am a cliff climber
I feel it is now time to create more allies, create more supportive organizations, and give a way for organizations that want to become intersex inclusive direction on how they can help us end these atrocities that intersex people face. These human rights violations are in regards to aborting healthy intersex fetuses, and ending non-consenting… Continue reading Why I feel INTERSEX should be added to the LGBTQ+ rainbow
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 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
Normalizing interventions done to our bodies and to our minds. Unthinkable, and yet it is still allowed to happen. Unthinkable, and yet the medical complex still gets away with it. And here we are having to stay calm! When it is simply unthinkable! Here we are trying to teach you, so that culture will stop doing… Continue reading Poem: STOP the Unthinkable!
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 