This book feels slapdash. The structure relies on the author’s tattoos, which I feel depends on them having more meaning than maybe they actually do. It also feels to me that this book should have been written later on, when the author is more settled into herself. As is, it reads like a 220-page blog post/LinkedIn profile rolled into one. I agree that intersex visibility is crucial, but I wish this book had been better executed.
Also, the grammar drove me crazy: so many (misused) ellipses; very sporadic commas. I’m surprised at the amount of buzz this book has received, though I do admit it has had a good marketing campaign.
I’m glad that this book is accomplishing the author’s mission of visibilizing intersex folks. It feels strange, though, the way she does not include two-spirit folks in any of her dialogue, even after spending pages making the point of the acronym LGBTQIA+, considering that an updated form of that acronym is LGBTQIA2S+.
I ultimately feel that, despite trying to account for her privilege, the author remains susceptible to it in a way that makes me feel uncomfortable. I wish she would have taken time in her memoir to talk about the ways she, too, is learning, instead of positioning herself as an outspoken woman who is in👏the👏right👏
P.S. I find it telling that this book came across my radar very shortly after its publication, when the Aug. 2023 memoir by Pidgeon Pagonis, a BIPOC intersex activist mentioned in this memoir, did not come to my attention until just now.