Last year, I attended a showing of the documentary Intersexion at the Cathedral City Public Library, hosted by Tim Hammond and the Genital Autonomy America organization. It is a powerful film that focuses on Intersex individuals, and the psychological, emotional, and physical damage done to them by genital surgery when they were infants and young children.
The organizers had planned a Q&A after the showing, with one of the intersex women featured in the film via Skype. Unfortunately, the Wi-Fi didn’t reach into the conference room where the event took place, so the Q&A had to be canceled. Tim regretfully apologized, and asked if anyone had anything to say before “class was dismissed.”
A gentleman in the audience stood up, somewhat hesitantly, and declared that he was intersex. “I’ve spent my entire life trying to hide my condition,” he began, “and I never thought I would ever speak publicly about it.” Chuckling, he added, “I never even speak about it in private.”
He talked about developing breasts when he went through puberty, how his male genitals remained childishly small, and how he never had a lover until he was nearly 30 years old. “I was too ashamed of my body,” he explained.
And then he got personal. “I met a woman, fell in love, and knew I couldn’t live without her. So I took the risk…”
I could see a tear welling in his eye. “We got married, and despite my condition, I was able to father two daughters. I’m sixty-four years old, and those three women are my entire life. Without them, I would have no reason to live.”
“If some doctor decided I’d be better off living my life as a female…” He paused, trying to regain his composure. “I wouldn’t have them.”
It’s time that doctors stop playing god with Intersex children, and time for society to stop trying to fit them into a box where they don’t belong. There is nothing wrong with these children. They do not need to be fixed.