First of all, I am not an expert, but I do legally live as an intersex male now and I do have two X chromosomes, a vagina, ovaries, and uterus. So, I have life experience living with a gender variant intersex body and happily doing so. In this blog, I will speak only of my… Continue reading When a MAN wants to KEEP HIS VAGINA
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
My Rocketship I have been Erased, Disgraced, Questioned and Squashed I have been Bullied, Beaten, Raped and Defeated Even those who loved me have hurt me Teased, Exploited, and Poisoned This world treated me in such a way where I don't even feel I am from your planet Its authorities trying to prove me… Continue reading Poem: My Rocketship
I am the Storm. The Unforgivable. I put this world on its head now. When I decided to no longer remain silent, my blood family turned me into the living dead. As Hurricane Irma approaches I realized once more that life can be short. When I appeared a woman to this world, so sick… Continue reading My Poem: I am the Storm
Dear followers, I want to let you know that if you follow this blog, I won't be writing as much here for the time being. I am finally writing my life story and it will obviously be taking up much of my time now. A big thank you to those who follow me. … Continue reading I am finally writing my life story.
I know the Sun must Set to Rise. She had to die, to vanish, to let me emerge. ¤ Before, the only way I could be free was when I was sleeping. I never dreamed as a girl. In my dreams I was my genuine self. I would awaken in a prison each day.… Continue reading Poem: The Sun Must Set to Rise
