Intersex Awareness, Intersex People, Relationships

Reading This Can Change Your Perspective – Anya Kylie

Sometimes intersex friends share with me things that they want more people to read. Here is a letter to you, from a beloved intersex friend of mine. She writes to you about being assigned wrong, coerced as a nonconsenting child into surgery, and forced the wrong hormones. She was never supposed to be a boy… Continue reading Reading This Can Change Your Perspective – Anya Kylie

Intersex Activist, Poems, Prejudice, Relationships

Poem: Your Lofty Bigot Friends Won’t Save You

You used me You now threaten me I am glad you are filled with guilt You used me I am prepared to receive my restitution You used me You won't get away with it Even the bigots that surround you can't do anything against the truth You used me and then threw me away like… Continue reading Poem: Your Lofty Bigot Friends Won’t Save You

Celebrations, Intersex Erasure, My Intersex Story, Poems, Relationships

Poem: A Gestational Father on Seahorse Day!

You were stuck Inside of me They had to free you, as you kicked my ribs to get out They cut you out of me so you could breathe life Some shamed me for it Saying I was somehow less than all women With their actions, or lack of actions They are afraid to stand… Continue reading Poem: A Gestational Father on Seahorse Day!

Hope, My Intersex Story, Our Intersex Love Story, Prejudice, Relationships

Surviving Years of Pure Hell with Faith, a verb.

Today my family has survived too much grief this last decade. Things were obviously coming to a head with the COVID19 pandemic, my health decline with COVID, and then James' health decline with CMML Leukemia, and God knows how COVID played a part. That virus hit all five of us. Too many friends, who were loved,… Continue reading Surviving Years of Pure Hell with Faith, a verb.

Hope, Our Intersex Love Story, Relationships

My husband’s message to me and the world.

James has been in my life for so long I can't imagine a day when he was not in my life. When a relationship lasts this long, it is as if they become a part of you literally. Especially after surviving my transistion, from woman to man and him saying and convincing me he now… Continue reading My husband’s message to me and the world.

Hope, Short Messages

5/5/5 Better Breathing for Crises | Covid19

I know that many of us are suffering from great anxiety and outright anxiety attacks right now.   I want to share with you a breathing technique that has helped me greatly during times of crisis and panic. When we are in panic oxygen doesn't get to our brain as well due to not breathing… Continue reading 5/5/5 Better Breathing for Crises | Covid19

Memories, My Intersex Story, Poems, Relationships

Poem: A Service Dog’s Perfect Love

Moose, Our beloved dog. You loved your family loyally since day one. A gift to us from the angels. Your ability to detect seizures and lactic acidosis even. We found a dog school that taught us to train you into service. You officially became a service dog and went everywhere with us. Allowing us to… Continue reading Poem: A Service Dog’s Perfect Love

Intersex People, The Man with the Hidden Playground

This is My Father’s World (3 of 3)

     By Jim Costich February 2020 This is the third in a series of three impressionistic writings. These aren’t formal essays but rather are meant to take you along on an emotional journey. It is autobiographical but in no way complete. The music elements are essential because I can not communicate what I’m hoping… Continue reading This is My Father’s World (3 of 3)

Intersex Awareness, Intersex People, Poems

Poem: Castle | By Aleksander Beryozkin

Мне сложно верить людям Мне сложно открыть своё сердце 💔 Мне сложно довериться собственной интуиции Мне легче спроецировать свой страх на других Мне легче поверить, что меня снова кинут, предадут, обманут. Мне легче обидеть и захлопнуть дверь 🚪. Меня столько раз оставляли, обижали, разрушали мои надежды, бросали в меня камни, били, уничтожали... Что когда кто-то… Continue reading Poem: Castle | By Aleksander Beryozkin

My Intersex Story, Poems, Prejudice, Relationships

A Sad Christmas Haiku

My friend on facebook used to play a game with haiku, where you keep on going with the last sentence of that last haiku.  She wrote: Their cold prejudice Will not stop us enjoying Our family of choice. By Cathy Green ♥♥♥ More Poems I Have Written Since Emancipating My True Gender ~.V.~