
Actor Tommy Davidson Had a White Mom Reveals Heartbreaking Racism.
One of the conversations we have far too rarely within the LGBTIQA+ community is the intersection of race.
Watching this interview brought tears to my eyes. I know the pain of being judged as a white queer Intersex woman. I know what it means to be pressured into performing certain roles to make myself smaller, quieter, or more acceptable in the eyes of others.
But I also know that I have not faced the same depth of injustice that comedian Tommy Davidson as a black man has.
There is no genetic boundary that makes intersex or transgender people more likely to exist within one race than another. We are born in every community, every culture, and every corner of the world. Yet when the voices we hear, the stories we platform, and the people we elevate do not often echo that we must be willing to ask why.
The problem is not that Black and brown intersex and LGBTIQA+ people do not exist.
The problem is that too many have been made to feel that our spaces were not built for their voices, their needs, their pain, or their leadership.
I was born in the Bronx, New York City, and raised by a single mother on welfare while my father denied involvement in my life starting from paternity.
I began in circumstances shared by many people from marginalized communities. But as I grew older, I came to understand that my whiteness made the ladder easier for me to climb out. It did not erase every hardship, but it opened doors, softened judgments, and offered protections that others were never equally given.
Acknowledging that truth does not diminish my struggle. It deepens my responsibility.
So let this be a space where we do more than simply welcome conversations about race. Let us seek them out. Let us listen without defensiveness. Let us elevate the people who have too often been spoken over, spoken for, or forgotten entirely.
Because the history of intersex people and the history of the entire LGBTIQA+ community is also an untold history of race.
That is one reason I fly the Progress Pride flag with the intersex symbol at my home. To me, it is more than decoration. It is a declaration.
It declares that our liberation cannot belong only to those who are easiest to see, easiest to hear, or easiest for society to accept.
It declares that we must remember, honor, defend, and elevate the most vulnerable members of our community.
And it declares that none of us are truly free until every one of us is given the dignity, safety, visibility, and power.