Cultural Dysphoria, PFLAG, Relationships, Transgender, Transphobia

Why I now don’t call it my “dead name” anymore, and why semantics matter.

  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.

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Intersex People, Poems, Prejudice, Questions and Answers, Transgender

Poem: Over 50% would have died.

Over 50% would have died. I just survived what most would not have. No I do not like this world. It is a cruel and cold place for intersex people and transgender people. Most would not have switched their gender to save their lives. I can't respect that. I just survived what most wouldn't have.… Continue reading Poem: Over 50% would have died.

Celebrations, Self-Determination

The Emancipation of my Spirit and my true Gender.

Intersex Awareness Day, is October 26th, 2015,  and this day marks one year since the Emancipation of my spirit.  It marks the day I decide to escape the cultural entrapment and social expectations of living and appearing as female when I was never female. This day marks the day, my spirit was able to fully… Continue reading The Emancipation of my Spirit and my true Gender.