• Cornerstone Content,  Writing

    The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same

    It’s a peculiarly early Sunday morning for me, the world outside still shrouded in the quiet darkness of the pre-dawn hours. As I sit here still in bed, a thought lingers in my mind: the more things change, the more they stay the same. This phrase echoes through the generations, each one pointing fingers at the one before, blaming them for the world’s woes. But really, aren’t we all just a continuation of a cycle, a pattern as old as time itself? Our current chapter, the Information Age, has us enthralled with numbers and statistics. Our worth, once measured in character and deeds, is now quantified in likes, followers, and…

  • Diary

    It All Started With A Pair Of Converse Shoes

    I have been holding back from saying these things for far too long. It’s been a lifetime of silence, of conforming to society’s expectations, and of suppressing my true self. But this new year, I’ve made a resolution, a declaration of independence, if you will. This new year, I’m going to say, “fuck the world.” It’s been a rollercoaster ride of self-discovery, acceptance, and self-love. It’s taken years to muster the courage to fully embrace my identity, and now, I’m going all in. I am going to start demanding that people use She/Her pronouns with me from now on. There will be no exception. My name is Thomas, and I’ve…

  • Diary

    The Midnight Owl’s Unspoken Story

    In a forest swathed in the velvety embrace of the night, an enigma called the Midnight Owl reigned. This owl, with plumage as dark as the inky black sky and eyes that shimmered like a nebula, was no ordinary creature. It was said that this owl knew every secret, every whisper of the trees, every heartache of the beasts, and every dream of the stars. The Midnight Owl was a keeper of stories, a guardian of memories, and an observer of all things under the night’s canopy. Yet, there was one tale that the owl didn’t know: the story of you. Every night, when the world lay blanketed in silence,…

  • Writing

    Embracing My Truth: Life As An Intersex, Lesbian Woman

    Every family has its own unique spectrum of personalities, and in mine, I’ve affectionately earned the title of the rainbow sheep. Unlike the proverbial black sheep, who stands out for notoriously defying family norms, I embody the rainbow—a burst of unexpected light, a prism of identity, illuminating each facet of my true self that has for long existed in the shadows. If there’s one constant in the ever-evolving journey of self-discovery, it’s the deep-seated affirmation of my womanhood. From the tender years of childhood to the introspective complexity of my adult life, if I’ve ever identified as anything, it’s unequivocally female. My femininity is not a neatly penned script handed…

  • Diary

    A Girl With Abstract Dreams

    I have lived my entire life as a girl with abstract dreams and obscure fascinations. I live in color, dream in black and white, write in poetic prose, and speak in metaphors. My résumé paints a picture of a quintessential free spirit. To those who know me, I am an enigma. Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be? Charles Bukowski When I was born, the doctors labeled me a hermaphrodite. When I was a child, teachers called me an idiot. When I was a teenager, I knew that I was indeed different, and it was during this time in my life that…

  • Diary

    The Doctors Laughed At My Body

    October 27, 2022 The doctor and his assistant looked at my body and they laughed. They said they had never seen anything like it before, but that’s because it is a rarity. It is a rarity to be born with internal female reproductive organs, while also having genitalia that would typically be considered that of a male. The doctor was primarily interested in examining my breasts and my genitalia. Most doctors I’ve seen have historically approached their exams and questions in similar fashion. The doctor barely listened to my concerns, let alone how I identified from a gender standpoint. He was just looking to see if I had a vagina,…

  • Fire Department,  Writing

    The Art Of Saying Goodbye

    It’s an awkward feeling – the one you get when you have to say goodbye to someone you don’t want to let go of, be it a friend, colleague, or loved one. If you do not understand the art of saying goodbye, your relationships are bound to suffer. There’s nothing more important than solid relationships in this world if you want to succeed in life. I defied my parents’ wishes and dropped out of college. I was extremely intelligent, but struggled within the modern educational system. Regardless, my parents expected me to pursue an academic degree. I was adamant about not going back. I knew that there was more for…

  • Diary

    I Have Wasted An Entire Year Of My Life

    August 27, 2022 I have wasted an entire year of my life trying to get medical care and surgery for being born a hermaphrodite. The doctors have wasted my time and money, and forced me to postpone my life by making empty promises that I will receive life-sustaining medical care based on the contingency and bias of arbitrary check boxes. Today was my ultimate breaking point. I was told by someone that although I am successful and highly skilled at what I do, in order to be truly successful in life, I need to abandon all that I do and spend all my waking hours interacting with random strangers on…

  • Cornerstone Content,  Writing

    I’ve Lived A Life Less Ordinary

    Today is the day that I’ve decided to write down all the things I’ve been holding back my entire life. Now is the time for me to finally write about black forests and wolves, the monster under my bed. This is my time, blessed, reverent, I understand. I was born intersex; for the first few years of my life, doctors weren’t sure of my birth gender. My parents decided to name me Thomas, and as I grew, I was effectively raised as a girl, which would have been my choice if I had been asked. Although I attended pre-school as a girl, my father insisted on enrolling me in grade…