Let's live like the fish: an open society, free of value judgments. Old fish, new fish, red fish, gay fish -- we can all live together in the Potomac that is America. You don't see the other male fish beating up on the fish that are less athletically inclined, but great with fabrics and colors. You don't see fish worry about what other fish do in the mudflats. We should learn liberty from the fish. As fly-fisherman and former Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O'Connor put it in Planned Parenthood v. Casey (1992), "At the heart of liberty is the right to define one's own concept of existence, of meaning, of the universe, and of the mystery of human life." And you had better believe that Justice O'Connor wouldn't exclude Potomac bass from her personal grant of American rights.
Propagation of the species, you say? If the male fish go intersex, the species will go extinct? Hey, man, take your hands off that fish's body. A fish's choice to procreate is its choice. You focus too much on spawning and too little on a fish's personal identity. It doesn't matter if the species dies off -- at least Hedwig the Fish will die fulfilled.
So next time you eat some fish and chips, think about your biases. Before you judge the intersex fish, remember: It's natural. The intersex fish don't hurt anybody. Fish deserve some happiness, too. And besides, you probably have one in your extended family.