âThe thing is, I donât want to be a man. If my bodyâs makeup makes me âintersex,â as they say, then Iâm intersex. Thereâs nothing to be done about that. The terms will change as the years go by. They always do. To me, theyâre just words. Even if I did this or that to fit some peopleâs idea of what a woman or a man is supposed to look like, my soul would remain the same. My body is mine, and I will not change it for anyone. That is what saved my career; it is the reason you know who I am. And I feel sorry for the sisters who agreed to the surgery, for their road to inner peace may be harder and longer than mine. My soul feels right in my body. I believe it always will. But if one day I change my mind about that, itâs my business. Mind yours.