My name is Gean. I’m 21 and a small town girl. I love the outdoors and having the cozy sunshine on my face. I enjoy photography, reading, and going on adventures though life. I’m an old soul who has been around for awhile who has seen the most beautiful moments in life, and the saddest too. I go on. I climb the hardest mountains even when people say I don’t have any experience or I’m not gonna make it. I will always learn from my mistakes, get up, and try again because I know one day I will be at the top of that mountain. I’ll be looking over the world and seeing what a beautiful and wonderful view it is, and what a beautiful adventure it was to get there. So never give up on your dreams, be yourself, and live life with love, peace and happiness.
Sometimes it’s hard to find the right labels to fit me so other people can understand who I am. Society is always trying to put you in groups, or stick you under some label. I go back-and-forth with identifying as trans or intersex and I do that because not a lot of people know about intersex. I feel like saying trans will be easier for them to get it.
Intersex is a general term used for a variety of conditions in which a person is born with a reproductive or sexual anatomy that doesn’t seem to fit the typical definitions of female or male. Individuals born with any of several variations in sex characteristics including chromosomes, gonads, sex hormones, or genitals.
I’m a girl with xxy chromosomes and ovaries but no other female reproductive organs.
Sometimes it’s hard. People are always wanting to find the right label to fit them so other people can understand them but I believe you don’t need a label to know who you are and you don’t need to label yourself for other people. Live your life in love and happiness , grow and change because life is so beautiful and it’s about the journey not the destination or where you start. I am a strong woman and I know who I am. You should be proud of who you are. ~ Gean
It’s 2019 and for years I’ve been so afraid of making my story public on social media or to anyone that doesn’t know me personally. However, I’m finally at a place in my life where i love who I am and how far i have come. I’m intersex and being intersex has given me a life much more difficult but in many more ways wonderful then I thought it would. I’ve finally come to a place of peace and true happiness in myself. I’m sorry to anyone that I’ve upset from this, I wish I could have been open from the start, but no one (unless you’re intersex / trans) could truly understand what it’s like to live a day in our lives. I really hope that anyone I may have offended/ hurt finds it in their hearts to forgive me, this has been one of the hardest things to overcome personally. Anyway, it now out there, unfollow me if you wish or you can keep up with my crazy wonderful journey of being a proud intersex woman. I love you all! 💕
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A Rose by any other Name…
…Is still the Right Boob. Duct tape worked for a while. Then it didn’t. We’re going to try plastic wrap next with soft adhesive in the back. We’ll see.
I so get this. My Right Boob is totally radiated…irradicated…whatever the correct word is. Stage 0, so looks like I won the Cancer Lottery this year. Get to keep the Right Boob. All is well, even after radiation. OK, OK, so it’s mostly good; a few bumps and scars guaranteed to entertain for at least another five years.
So, the kid comes to me half way during the radiation treatment, with her Right Boob all messed up. “Are you sure it’s the Right Boob,” I say. “Yep,” she says,”it is.” “Duct tape,” I say, knowing it is a temporary solution. OK for now, but she and I both know its days are numbered.
What can I say? I love this kid. I buy her boobs on Amazon, while hers still grow. If they last 6 months we’re happy. Mine lasted over 60 years, but who’s to judge? My Right Boob doesn’t look this good even without duct tape.
So, out she walks, head held high and smile to match. She’s going to a teen “event” tonight. At sixteen, she owns the world; more importantly, she owns a second set of new boobs. Yeah, I’m a foolish, old woman who loves to spoil her baby girl.
Tears come after she leaves. I don’t want to show them now, not when she is on top of the world. A party to attend, and closure on a personal issue that has been a black spot on her soul since…since when? I suppose it began the day she was born.
Today she feels free. Today she spoke the words she has wanted to say for most of her life. “No,” she tells the person on the other end of the phone, “no, you are not my mom…you are my birth mother.” And just like that it is over.
Only for me, there are tears because I know why birth mother didn’t keep her. I know why auntie/momma gave her up at puberty. The other two moms still call her by her birth name. She isn’t that person, never was. He never really existed, and when he did, no one knew what to do with him, or even how to love him without conditions.
“Send him to me,” I said to my cousin. “I’d love to have another kid. It’s all family. It’ll be good.” Yes, friend, insanity does run in my family. None of us are spared.
And it is all good, and it’s golden, especially since he is she, and she is bold, beautiful, intelligent, and a challenge to anyone who meets her. Those that can appreciate such rare combination of traits become her friends and family forever. Those that don’t…well, for her loyalty is a sharp sword that cuts in both directions.
So why cry? I cry for the two moms who came before me. I cried because they wanted something else. “A girl would have been nice,” she said. “This one wasn’t really supposed to live, was it?” said the other.
I am so sorry for you.
And yes, I am still a foolish, old woman who probably cries too easily.
But I still have my Right Boob. ~ Gean’s Mom
Photo by Gean’s Mom