At six weeks, my skin felt the coldness and the sharpness of the steel scalpel, as it tore through my infant abdomen. Unformed and benign gonads, with their unfulfilled destinies, wreaking havoc on my newness. Brought into conscious existence unbeknown of my incompleteness; my cells deriving my complexities. The incision opens me up to all,… Continue reading Poem: SCARS By Sarah Hobbs | Intersex Survivor
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 