She died so that I could live. Her spirit literally moved over in surrender and in peace. Do you get what I just told you? † My son was told she would be gone by 2015. His spirit guide was right. Our kids now have two dads. I never dreamed as a woman. †… Continue reading Poem: Her, him and me.
By Jim Costich September 22, 2019 It is not appropriate to use the term “intersex” to describe a gender identity. Intersex refers to a person’s sexual anatomy, hormones or chromosomes. The most important thing to remember about the definition of the term is that it describes a person’s body, not their identity. The United Nations’ Intersex… Continue reading Intersex is Not a Gender Identity By Jim Costich
By James Costich September 7th, 2019 Christianity has come to be nearly synonymous with the hatred, loathing, fear, and condemnation of LGBT people but this is a new development in the history of the religion, and it is far more linked to politics than theology. Since the 1980s it’s been used as a distraction… Continue reading This is My Father’s World (Part 2 of 3)
I put out a poll on social media to prove a point about implicit bias and gender identity. It asked: "When you think about Ancient Greek Hermaphrodite Statues what pronouns would you reflexively use to describe that person depicted?" As you can see Most said she/her. Facebook did not offer me a third option,… Continue reading Implicit bias making Hermaphrodites “she/her” and being called an “it”.
They broke you. They broke me. We sit here together all broken. We are both bleeding, and yet you attack me. They taught us to hate ourselves. So you attack me some more. What else would we expect from the broken? Yet, I refuse to fight you. I see why you… Continue reading Poem: Our Broken Intersex Community
I am dear friends with Phyllis Gallisath, a mother whos buried her transgender son died last year. His name was Liam, and he had been found dead, after not coming home one day after completing suicide. Like many of us assigned wrong at birth, he suffered from horrible depression and it finally took his life.… Continue reading Why I now don’t call it my “dead name” anymore, and why semantics matter.
I morn and grieve for that little boy who had no support. Who was not allowed to emerge, who was told by his family and experts that he was a girl, that he had to be a girl. I use to cry alot and feel despair that led to only suicide and self destruction. I… Continue reading Finally, I am the man I was supposed to be.
The beauty of having an ally like Philip Batterham, the President of the International Genetics Federation: My TEDx: “Born Intersex: We are Human!” My Source Page for TEDx Jacksonville, 2018: “BORN INTERSEX, We are HUMAN!” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpPTf-00ab0 I am Proudly the First in Colorado to get an Intersex Birth Certificate Poem: Your Open Mind Poem: This… Continue reading To the Right Wing: I exist even if your mind is closed.
A healthy baby was born this fine afternoon… To two grateful parents who lived by the lagoon. There was a flutter of activity when they thought that the baby wasn’t healthy at all. Doctors were sought from all over the country… To see what was wrong with this fine healthy baby. One doctor said: “the… Continue reading Poem: Born Purple By Er. Andrea V. Boisseau