I was born in such a way where hospitals and doctors don't have to help me if they do not want to Just so you know they no longer have to take the oath to do no harm So because of prejudice harm is done ∇ In April COVID19 almost kicked my ass while in… Continue reading Poem: Nocked Down While Locked Down
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.
The universe put me here to help heal this pink and blue sick world. As a little kid, I knew but did not know. I was afraid to know. And yet the Holy ones let me know. When I denied the truth I became very sick in every way. I became the walking dead.… Continue reading Poem: I will try to heal this pink and blue sick world.
From a Life Event on Facebook: I survived when I truly believe that few do. Being brave, and sharing a memory from November 2014. I was having an adrenal crisis with a urinary tract infection. I suffered from disabling autonomic dysfunction back then, among other things related to mitochondrial disorder and related problems due to… Continue reading My Gratitude for Thanksgiving 2018
Intersex Poem: September 5th, 2012 "Let’s curse the verse. The fame of shame can be tamed. Its name is bold, written on a frame of gold. The picture can’t be measured with a Ritcher. A broken heart torn all apart. So from the start, we a work of art. But with a scalpel with no… Continue reading Intersex Poem By Mo Cortez, Intersex Advocate
I have joined my husband of twenty-eight years to make this message to the world for October, 26th, Intersex Awareness Day 2016. After living for so long believing I was broken, I now know that I was born perfect and that I am lovable. Thank you, my sweet husband, for loving me for who I am,… Continue reading I was born perfect, and I am lovable. Thank you, United Nations.
My answer: Yes, I was violated. Tragically for me, psychiatrists, doctors, and the therapist had the solution to my being intersex, they started to fix me at three years old, and throughout most of my life. Back then the theories of Dr. John Money were very strong. He felt you could teach gender, despite… Continue reading My Intersex Story: Was I violated?
Why did you want me to die? The last I heard you were "Devastated" that I saved my life. "Devastated" that you now have a brother "Devastated" that I did not die a broken and A very sick intersex woman Why did you want me to die? Did I ruin your plans for my funeral?… Continue reading Poem: Why did you want me to die?