Genital Autonomy America
GA America is an educational and advocacy organization working to promote the rights of all infants and children to bodily integrity and genital autonomy without regard to sex, gender, culture, or religion.
A future that recognizes, respects, and advocates for the birthright of all infants and children—female, intersex, and male—to keep their bodies intact.
- To promote and preserve the health and wellbeing of all infants and children by educating and advocating to protect them from genital cutting and other violations of their sexual characteristics and development.
- To promote the rights of all infants and children to bodily integrity and protection from harmful traditional practices by advancing public and professional awareness of the human rights of children and to encourage others to advocate for those same rights.
We invite you to consider the personal experiences of those who were subjected to these childhood violations. Please join us in advocating for the rights of vulnerable children.
Male Genital Modifications
My name is Jonathon Conte. I am a victim of male genital mutilation and I’m an Intactivist.
When I first learned of circumcision, I was 14 or 15 years old. I saw a picture of an intact penis on the Internet. It puzzled me a bit, because I had never seen one before. I didn’t quite understand what I was looking at.
Intersex Genital Modifications
My name is Hida Viloria, I was raised as a girl but discovered at a young age that my body looked different. Having endured an often turbulent home life as a kid, there were many times when I felt scared and alone, especially given my attraction to girls. But unlike most people in the first world who are born intersex–meaning they have genitals, reproductive organs, hormones, and/or chromosomal patterns that do not fit standard definitions of male or female–I grew up in the body I was born with because my parents did not have my sex characteristics surgically altered at birth.
Female Genital Modifications
My name is Soraya Miré and, when I was thirteen years old, the girls on the playground would taunt me, saying I could not play with them—not as long as I walked with three legs. Confused and hurt, I went to my mother, who mysteriously responded that the time had come for me to receive my gift. I soon discovered the horror of the “gift,” female genital mutilation (FGM), whereby a young girl’s healthy genital organs are chopped off not only to make her acceptable to a future husband but also to rein in her “wildness.”