• 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…

  • 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 hermaphrodite; 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…

  • Reposts

    The Pride Blogger Tag

    This tag originated on Indiecator; I found out about this tag from a blog I follow called A Geek Girls Guide. Where are you from? What’s your name, age, etc.? Introduce yourself!I am Thomas Slatin (nice to meet you!) I was born and raised in New York, but have moved to Vermont, and plan to live here for the rest of my life. You can read a lot more about me here. What are your pronouns?My pronouns are She/Her/Hers. How do you feel about pronouns? Have you preferred different ones in the past?I have always preferred She/Her/Hers my entire life. What’s your sexuality?I am a cisgender female, and a lesbian.…

  • Writing

    The Gender Binary is an Unnecessary Construct

    If you’re unfamiliar with the gender binary, it refers to the idea that there are only two genders and everyone falls into one of those two categories (male or female). It’s an idea that causes unnecessary strife in our society. While the concept is nothing new—people have believed in the gender binary since before we had scientific evidence to support it—it’s still not one without consequences or negative effects on people who don’t conform to it. Luckily, we have generations of scientists and forward-thinking humans who are working hard to dismantle this concept in every aspect of their lives. There are more than two genders and they can be hard…

  • Writing

    What It’s Like To Be Born With Female Pseudohermaphroditism

    My name is Thomas, and I was born with a condition called female pseudohermaphroditism. My condition means that while I was born with normal-looking male genitals, I also had a functioning female set of internal reproductive organs. After a doctor encouraged me to intentionally cause myself harm because, as they were concerned, “people like you should not exist”, I decided to write this article to educate, inspire, and inform those who are curious about my intersex condition. This condition is what caused my external genitals looked more like those of a boy than those of a girl. However, it wasn’t until I got my period as an adolescent that I…

  • Writing

    In Some Forgotten Dream

    I walked away from an almost 30-year relationship with someone I called my best friend for many years. What hurts the most is that I will forever remember the last thing that people say to me as they are leaving. When I met him, we were both enrolled at an all-boys boarding school; my father had forced me to attend because he thought that by doing so, his daughter could be molded into a son. Our last conversation was about how he saw himself as the most successful person from our high school graduating class, and that nobody from our class was nearly as successful as him. I of course…

  • Nerd Moment

    MediaWiki Knowledge Base Concept

    Today I thought about possible titles and concepts for my second book. Using our whiteboard, Amelia and I discussed the possibility of migrating my titles and ideas into a database solution, hosted on our web server. The original list of titles has been removed, the credit for the drafts page idea goes to Kristen Roedel; an archive capture has been taken. An instance of MediaWiki has been added to our Synology Web Server. Book Titles I Will Remember The Woods All My Life The Memory Of Trees Under Beneath The Wishing Tree The Feelings Of The Heart Planning Wiki MySql/WordPress Integration (Potential) Private Server Wiki Idea Database Concept Knowlege Base[Statistics]…

  • Cornerstone Content,  Writing

    In Another Set Of Chances I’d Take The Ones I’ve Missed

    I used to write in riddles, and I used to write in rhymes; my body ached to write the words, the prose is what kept me alive. I write into the dark veil of the night, and in another set of chances, I’d take the ones I’ve missed. All the times in which I spoke into the silence, and whenever I do it seems I don’t speak, except to cry out and wait for an answer. I came into this world alone, marked in constellation, and when all else is gone, I will still be here. There’s a ceiling in the darkness, I am but a lifeless face that you’ll…

  • Writing

    The Keeper Of Secrets

    Ever since I was little, I seemed to always be the person that everyone entrusted with their secrets.  As the years went by, I thought of myself as the keeper of secrets.  But why me?  Why was I chosen to be everyones confidant? For the purposes of this article, no names will be mentioned, only very obscure references to actual occurrences. For many years, I have often wondered why, of all people, I was always trusted to be the keeper of secrets.  Secrets, some of which were deeply personal, were often shared with me beginning during the days of my youth.  I remember being a student in grade school when…