your topic makes me kind of reflect on my own situation. in my case it was not really something of my own active choice that made me look what i am today, i was just indifferent and let my body take its own course, and when i have to make a choice i take what is best for my future -- socially, financially, etc.
and i don't regret my choices. face the facts -- this society as what it is now and for what i perceive of its near future will not offer the same kind of chances for people with gender issues as compared to the 'normal' ones. so as much as i prefer not to incur the risks of surgery i have to 'correct' my 'ambiguous' genitals. as much as i prefer to share my secrets with my best pals it would be many times over my dead body to make me admit that i'm intersexed...
and yet my folks never got over my decisions. they wanted a son, they thought they had one, and they were eagerly looking forward to me bringing a girl home as their daughter-in-law and presenting them with a fat baby. and whenever we talked i catch their feelings: disappointment, dismay, and even blame...i would have made the same choices if i can do it again, but i feel guilty and upset that i'm making them experience discomfort.
so every time after i talked to them on the phone i would just stare into the mirror, observe the girl inside and ask: what am i?
if 2% dif in genes separates humans from the monkeys, does that kind of qualify me for a new specie?
whatever it is life still goes on. so i live with my questions and my guilt, and continue doing what i do. seems like guilt is inavoidable, but i guess that's just the way it is...