Monologue of an Intersex Sex Worker
I was born in Mumbai. And my mother wanted to kill me because she thought I was monster . You see, my mother did not love me because I was born intersex. And when I was18 years old my mother asked me to leave the house because all the neighbors used to make fun of me. I had a beard. But I liked wearing a saree and make-up.
No one would give me work because I was hijra. I had only two ways to earn money. I could be a beggar or a sex worker. I decided to be a sex worker and earn for myself. I do hard work, just like anyone else, why dos society not respect me?
One in every 10, 000 babies is born intersex. It is natural. Why am I not allowed to go to school? Why can I not get a job like anyone else? Then why does everyone make fun of me?