I have heard it will take time. That it is going to take time to stop mutilating the genitals of innocent children. No, you are not "fixing us" and getting away with it no longer. Yes, you heard right. We all shout from the rooftops now! That this world is so barbaric! Everyone will… Continue reading My Plea to this World on New Year’s Day 2018.
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.
I am a Gender/Intersex Activist. I entered this world to help you change things. and yet I am excluded, talked badly about, and hurt by your lies. When the Colors of this Rainbow fight, it hurts this world, not just me. I am a Gender/Intersex Activist. I was hurt by this world like you were,… Continue reading When the Colors of this Rainbow Fight
I am not transgender. I was born intersex. But since I was raised the wrong gender, and had to reclaim my true gender, Guess what? Almost everything that can happen to a gay person, lesbian, transgender person, or gender nonconforming queer person, has happened to me. I now know I am not alone.… Continue reading When you do not include the “I” in your human rights efforts, this is why it hurts me and other people born intersex:
Few realize this simple scientific fact: In the developing fetus, the same spot that develops into a typical clitoris or penis is called the Genital Tubercle. As you can see below, the genitals are very much the same in appearance from 9 to 11 weeks gestation. Below, I share pictures for "Baby 2 See". Baby… Continue reading Seven Names for the SAME thing: Penis, Phallus, Clitoris, Phalloclitoris, Micropenis, Microphalus, and Clitoromegaly.
And once the storm is over, I was buried alive I sit here wishing you had not buried me alive I was your brother I know I made a bad sister I was your son How could I be who I was never meant to be? Is this my punishment? And once the storm is… Continue reading Poem: And Once the Storm is Over, I was Buried Alive