Across the Green Grass Fields launches today. I adored working on this book and I encourage you to check it out even if you are new to the series.

I also want to talk about being intersex (a thread) and Regan

I worked as a sensitivity reader for this book. Regan’s experiences were modeled in part after my own, though our diagnoses are different (my intersex variation is so rare my endocrinologist could only find one other reported instance).

This book is beautiful to me. Regan is a girl, an intersex girl. Just like I was. She’s different. She has to mask and play along to fit in and happens to have one hobby girly enough to be accepted by other girls. This is also luxury I barely got.

When the world comes crushing down, Regan gets to escape to a world of magical talking equines who do not give a flying fuck what her body is doing or what her chromosomes are.

She gets a gift many of us in the intersex community never do—a chance to just BE

I don’t know how to adequately describe what this experience would have meant for me.

Being intersex isn’t like being nonbinary or trans, though these things are often conflated. Every doctor I see I must disclose my condition to because medications affect me differently