Melanie Davis:  

CLASS OF 1993
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Crown point, IN
Millikin UniversityClass of 1997
Decatur, IL
Cedar lake, IN

Melanie's Story

Have you pulled out the yearbook, flipped through the pages, and still been left wondering who this Melanie Davis is? Didn't care one way or the other? Whatever, you're here now, reading this bio so I'll spill it. I've changed my name from David Summers. Yes, holy crap! If you care to hear what happened, Read On. If you couldn't care less, Turn To Page 246. If you're wondering who David Summers was, you've smoked too much bud or you are in the wrong school. Still with me? Okay, here's the story so far: In the proverbial nutshell, I was born intersexed or "pseudo-hermaphroditic," which is a big way of saying "having both sex characteristics." Not as uncommon as you may think, 1 in every 2,000 babies are born like this for varying reasons and to varying degrees. Google it, if you're still fuzzy on the concept. My parents chose to raise me as a boy, and though I was sure that I wasn't from earliest memory, I came to feel that my belief was just insanity on my part. Hence the depression, weight, cutting, suicide attempt, and early fascination with Dead Can Dance - but I feel much better now. So the next question is: "What the heck are you then?" Well, some of you were headed in the right direction when you called me "f-ggot," but also very wrong. I prefer the term "Qu--r" now, but Intersexed fits well enough. Not being a man, and not finding much of interest in the male physique (I can hear all of those guys from the locker rooms sighing with relief), I am not technically a f-g, though f-gs are qu--r. It's like that geometry thing all squares are rectangles, but not all rectangles are squares. And I thought I'd never use that in real life. Having said that, I have always been leaning way more to the female side of being, maybe about 90 percent or so. The other 10 percent ranges from somewhat male to neutral which, while laden with privilege and fame, is still not the side I would choose for myself. That's the psychological part, the physical is closer to 50/50. Socially, I score at 0/0, but you all knew that. Now for the FAQ: "But you played football." Yeah, blame my mother, she always wanted to play and my dad had tried all else to make me a man. Sorry, dad. I really hated it as a whole, though I think that football and all sports should be open to all genders, why should the guys have the only real physical outlets? I did enjoy hurting people, but the getting hurt wasn't nearly so fun. "But we dated." Ha, ha! This one's only a joke. No we didn't. I was too messed up to date, and anyone who would have been that close would have found out about me. I did meet a woman in college (Millikin), and we were able to get married legally (though the law is still unclear regarding this). Update: we're separated, but haven't initiated divorce proceed...Expand for more
ings for various reasons, the least of which is the chance that we will ever get back together. "But we were friends, why didn't you tell me?" Not having the resources to know that I was just physically different and not insane, I still assumed that I was sick and a sinner like Pat Robertson said one time when I was 5 and watching the 700 Club. I didn't tell anyone, and kept everyone at arm's length because of a sense of shame. The truth be told, I was glad that a lot of you were in my life. Those I counted as friends were really excellent people and gave me what joy I had in that time. Thank you for that! Others, like Andy Matzdorf, I mean, what was up with the friends petition in 7th grade and the keeping track of my clothes? Is it because I didn't have pigtails to dip in the inkwell? But all's forgiven, for whatever that's worth. My animosity ended the day I walked on stage, nabbed the little scroll, and was truly rid of that scene forever; unfortunately, ridding myself of that place, I gave up on some really good friends, too. "So, are you some sort of freak now or what?" Yes, thank Whomever! I currently live in Indy and am trying to find a way out; I have a 3yo daughter, Katrina, (real miracle); I'm working on negating the effects of 15 years of testosterone poisoning; I restore art, sell books, and occasionally do my own art stuff. I love: urban spellunking, eco-advocacy, long and aimless drives across the country (my car gets 40 mpg, so this kinda fits in with the eco-thing), snorkelling in the Caribbean, yachting, throwing parties, clubbing, archery, and amateur archaeology. Update: being a single mom, I don't do much of these things anymore. Now it's playdates, meals, singing, reading books I haven't read for 28 years, and trying to remove pasta sauce stains from everything. Really, I'm just kind of normal-ish. "Are you ever going to come to a reunion so that we can gawk and whisper to each other about you?" Feh, maybe. It'd remind me of the old days. "Why did you have to come out here and share this, why couldn't you have just stayed missing like all those other weirdos who nobody thinks twice about about anymore?" Oh, I did it on a whim. I truly miss some of the people who I was friends with in school, and I was kind of hoping to see how they had turned out, but, no surprise, a few of them haven't cared enough about their past to even create an account here. A few have, and that's cool, too. It's all about voyeurism, most of the internet is. Duh. "So do you look like some cracked-out drag queen hooker from a Jerry Springer episode?" Nope. I look like a cracked-out drag queen hooker from a Rikki Lake episode. Okay, not really. I look like a tired, very tall mom at the playground. If you're thinking of the old me, I've changed a bit.
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