Living as a boy was not easy. If I felt a sense of freedom, I don’t exactly remember. I “passed” as Lawrence most of the time. The rest of the time, the world let me know I was anything but free to live as a boy. Summer at the YMCA was brutal. Boy fights are brutal.
At the end of that summer, after yet another boy-fight, I told my parents I was done. They were cool calling me Lawrence, but the rest of the world was not. I was eight and I was tired. I let my hair grow out and the very day I had my ears pierced my parents took me to El Coyote restaurant, long before it became a well-known queer establishment in Hollywood. I remember that day, the waiter saying to me, “and what would the young man like?” I was still a boy even when I was trying to be a girl.
As I look back, all these years later, Lawrence is still a part of me. I set out to write about it, and that is how MISTAKE, came into being. When I first started down this road to get MISTAKE produced, (over a decade ago), it was reported that 1 in 5000 people were born Intersex. Three years ago, the numbers changed to one 1 in 3500. About three months before we started shooting, I saw that the numbers changed again, now 1 in 1500, (That would make intersex as common as red hair, maybe more common than identical twins!). Now, I myself was born with differences. But it wasn’t till I learned that under this expanded definition that would include ”a difference in sex linked traits or anatomy", that my differences fall under this definition of “’what is intersex”… again, I learned this, three months before we started shooting…
We are indeed attracted to what we are.