[Ed.: Some readers may find Pidgeon’s description of how she experienced her medical treatment as a child, adolescent and young adult difficult to read. It is powerful and raw.]
If I had a dollar for every time someone told me it’s “in my head,” I’d be in one of the lavish mansions of the 1% soaking in my hot tub looking at my stocks trying to drown out the sound of the 99% clawing at my front door. Yeah, it’s kind of like that. It’s kind of like a little voice in your head that never lets you forget that you are the 1%.
But not like the greedy bastards, more like the 1-2% of people born intersexed. And even more like those who had surgery forced upon them against their will. And when I say surgery I don’t mean having an appendix removed. I mean fucked up shit like some old man knocking you out with anesthesia and then cutting off my clitoris and throwing it away. I mean, old men knocking me out with anesthesia and then penetrating me with latex-covered hands and deciding I’m not fuckable enough.