A unicorn moment

Standing in the kitchen at a party, telling a young couple that I am hoping to work for the public sector on a project to support intersex children.

One of them briefly interrupts me. “I understand about that. I’m intersex”. And then I discover they are not only intersex but also the former chair of the national intersex advocacy organisation.

We talk on and they are the most beautiful pair with such gorgeous faces. But in the back of my mind is the thought: how bizarre, a transwoman, an intersex person, and a queer woman, talking in the kitchen. Should the three of us walk into a bar and be the start of a joke? Would another way of defining us be as three lesbians? Maybe not. I contemplate our trio as a statistical phenomenon. The chances of the three of us meeting: one in twenty being same-sex attracted, one in a hundred people being intersex, one in two hundred being transgender. Assembled, we are a one in 400,000 combination. A unicorn in Canberra.