When I faced the streets alone I looked up into the Florida winter sky The stars seemed further away than usual God nowhere to be found in my heart I thought I was alone I now know God was there but not at the time just darkness you see, boys don't cry... or do they?… Continue reading Poem: When I faced the streets alone
All my life false and real, right and wrong tangled Playing with the moon, ridiculing wind, listening to birds Many years wasted seeing the mountain covered with snow This winter I suddenly realize snow makes a mountain. - Eihel Dogen For those who do not know, this is an example of a Koan. A Koan… Continue reading A Zen Koan: The winter of my life.
She died so that I could live. Her spirit literally moved over in surrender and in peace. Do you get what I just told you? † My son was told she would be gone by 2015. His spirit guide was right. Our kids now have two dads. I never dreamed as a woman. †… Continue reading Poem: Her, him and me.
We both felt like we were from another world. You on one side of the country, and me on the other. And we would not know it until half our lives were over. You would be born a decade before me. Sharing with pride to all your friends your genitals from another world. All… Continue reading Poem: When two lonely aliens become brothers
By Jim Costich September 22, 2019 It is not appropriate to use the term “intersex” to describe a gender identity. Intersex refers to a person’s sexual anatomy, hormones or chromosomes. The most important thing to remember about the definition of the term is that it describes a person’s body, not their identity. The United Nations’ Intersex… Continue reading Intersex is Not a Gender Identity By Jim Costich
I put out a poll on social media to prove a point about implicit bias and gender identity. It asked: "When you think about Ancient Greek Hermaphrodite Statues what pronouns would you reflexively use to describe that person depicted?" As you can see Most said she/her. Facebook did not offer me a third option,… Continue reading Implicit bias making Hermaphrodites “she/her” and being called an “it”.
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.
I morn and grieve for that little boy who had no support. Who was not allowed to emerge, who was told by his family and experts that he was a girl, that he had to be a girl. I use to cry alot and feel despair that led to only suicide and self destruction. I… Continue reading Finally, I am the man I was supposed to be.