The Wild World Of Katherine Connella!

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Who -- And What -- Is Katherine?

On Jim's Terrace

My Sweet Picture

My name is Katherine Connella. I am sometimes known as Kate or Katie or Kacey or Kat...but NEVER Kathy. I am an actress, of course. And naturally, my home is Hollywood, California. What? You don't know who I am? REALLY???

I'm also a singer and a comedienne and just about everything connected with show business you can name. Well, I've never done make-up. Nor have I been a producer. Or...well, anything technical. Just about everything else, though, I've tried at least once. Yet alas, I'm still unknown. But perhaps not for long.

You see, I've been harboring a Big Dark Secret my whole life. The name on my birth certificate was Charles. When I was born, I was designated a male and treated as a boy. But that's not what I was. I was born what is called "intersexed" or a form of hermaphrodite. Generally, when people hear the word 'hermaphrodism', they think of a side-show half man/half woman. But this scenario, called a "true" hermaphrodite by doctors, is so rare as to be almost mythical.

What I am, however, is even harder to explain. I was born sexually blended. So while I had what appeared to be a boy's penis at birth, what no one knew or even suspected was that my entire body chemistry and internal reproductive system was female. Officially, I'm classified as hermaphrodite: female identified, which sounds like a laboratory specimen!

Our gender is one of the things we all most take for granted. So imagine what it's like to know from birth that you're a female while the entire world tells you that you're a male. Confusing? Certainly. Frightening? Without a doubt. Insurmountable? Apparently not!

To learn more about my intersexed condition, just click here.

In The Buff
The "Proof"

I was born in Dallas, Texas and raised in the suburb of Irving -- hardly a bastion of liberal thinking in those days. To say that my intersexed condition made for a confusing childhood is a grave understatement. It wasn't just difficult for me, but for my family and my friends as well. What do you say to a first-grade boy who shows up at school one day announcing, "I'm a girl!" while dressed as one? The reaction I got wasn't what I wanted. But nothing could challenge my self-assurance in what and who I was!

In Gram's Hat and Earrings

Don't worry, there's more. Just click here!

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