A small percentage of us are born with ambiguous genitalia. One’s chromosomes are simply askew. At birth, depending upon the variants, the doctors involved or the parents generally assign the infant a gender, though it is typically impossible to be sure if the infant is a boy or a girl until the child is older and develops his or her own gender identity.
Whereas the child may very well grow up well adjusted, society at large is uncomfortable with hermaphrodites. Beginning in the early 1960s, children with ambiguous genitalia were typically assigned a gender. Those with larger penises were boys, so their vaginas were surgically closed. Smaller penises were surgically turned into clitorises. In the 1990s, some affected intersex individuals formed the Intersex Society of America to address the issue of premature gender assignment.
It’s a classic example of nonacceptance and prejudice against those who are different. By Mother Nature’s hand, some of us are born different. How can anyone see our diversity as anything other than the beauty of life? Intersex individuals can and do lead productive, normal lives, and wish for nothing more than to be accepted. Interestingly, many have the capability to choose an intimate relationship with either gender
In 2002 Jeffrey Eugenides published a Pulitzer Prize winning novel called Middlesex, which is one of the most fascinating books I have ever read. Primarily a Bildungsroman and family saga, the novel chronicles the impact of a mutated gene on three generations of a Greek family, causing momentous changes in the protagonist’s life. According to scholars, the novel’s main themes are nature versus nurture, rebirth, and the differing experiences of polar opposites—such as those found between men and women. It discusses the pursuit of the American Dream and explores gender identity. Continue reading




