A little update from Marlo

This tiny podcast episode is mostly silly, and a little bit serious.  I also have some news.

Plus, cat videos!

And: ATTENTION SEATTLE-AREA FRIENDS: My public radio partner, KUOW, is hosting a (free) How to Be a Girl listening party in Seattle on February 26! Reserve a seat here

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5 thoughts on “A little update from Marlo

  1. Thank you, Marlo, for knowing and understanding me. Have a great break, and I look forward to listening again when you return.

  2. I don’t know what your job is, but this is the line of work you are meant to be in. You are a beautiful documentarian. Thank you for opening your lives to us. I found you after a spotlight on CBC Radio’s Podcast Playlist, and have since been “binge listening,” and enjoying every episode. Your daughter sounds like she has a good head on her shoulders; she is smart, intuitive and eloquent, and I believe she is going to be just fine. Enjoy your break, rest up, because you’re right – it is an important time to be sharing this story.

  3. “She’s just a regular girl.” Oddly profound. But that is, after all, what we all want.

    Marlo, for the last three days since I discovered your podcast, I have been listening my way through them. No – I’ve been crying my way through them.

    I’ve become embedded in your family, although you probably didn’t notice. I’ve watched on as your daughter does her funny things (“transgender blah blah blah”), and as she grows. I’ve glared at the pretend Christians in the government chambers and at the protests, reeking of their hate and their fear, and held your hand as you refused to back away from them.
    I’ve felt your anger, frustration, fear and your incredible love for your daughter as if they were my own feelings and she was my own 12yo daughter (who sat beside us both for some of your episodes).
    I’ve delighted to sit beside you as you interview her father, communicating again like friends, like I hope may happen one day with my own (ex)wife.

    “You are a grown transgender women, and who sees herself in my young daughter’s story.”

    Along the way, I’ve felt a kind of envy for your daughter. Her knowledge of her gender, her unshakeable certainty. These are things I did not have, and I fear I may never completely have. For I did not have that foreknowledge, or even an inkling (I think), for the first 50 years of my life. And that has been so hard – to not fit the common narrative, to feel like an impostor, pretend, worse.

    I didn’t have a bad life by any measure. But as I listen to your daughter, a part of me gets so very very sad wondering how it would’ve been different had I realised earlier? So yes I see myself in her story, what could have been. And as you said those words, as you reached out and took my hand, I just dissolved uncontrollably.

    “You just transitioned, and you’re finally, finally, living the life you need to be living.”

    Then your handed me a tissue (then the whole box), and reminded me how well I’m going. That I’m building “Me v2.0”, and that she’s a better person than v1.0, just as passionate, but more excited, more emotionally connected, softer, more thoughtful, and a queen of the op shop bargain who gets so much pleasure from simple things like twirling around so that pretty dress spins…in her 50s!

    And I’ve discovered I have a new superpower. When a friend is telling me about something really important to them, if I just stay quiet, they keep talking, keep sharing more and more of this very important thing. Sometimes they even start to cry. Then they thank me – for making them cry? I’ve come up with a name for this superpower – I call it “listening”.

    I have indeed transitioned. I am completely comfortable in my growing, changing, blossoming, softening body, in public, with friends and with strangers. I’ve lost so many family, and a few friends, but now I’m making new friends. And I’m ready to go back to work, with people who only know me as me. No baggage, no history. New work and a new love, and my transition will be complete.

    So thank you Marlo for allowing me to share your journey, to hold your hand through the hard times, and to delight in the beautiful young woman you are raising.

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