June 12, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th years where I write and illustrate a blog on each day’s gift.)
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Improv theater took me to Baltimore tonight. I’ve often admired people who can get on stage and go with the flow in the moment without benefit of a script. I’ve been on stage with no script a couple of times at Stoop Storytelling but I was in control of what I would say. In improv theater, the actors play off of one another and you have to be able to shift directions.
Our new daughter-in-law, who has shifted directions, performed with the improv group Remote Possibilities tonight. She used to be our son-in-law. It would seem that what was once a remote possibility has turned into a reality for her. She is facing her gender dysphoria head-on in what might seem like improv to some but which is a transformation that has evolved over many years.
The transgender concept is not new to me. I have some transgendered friends and have had many discussions on this topic. Deborah Rudacille’s book, The Riddle of Gender, shed some light for me on a topic that most people cannot wrap their heads around. What makes the most sense is to understand that gender is not binary—although when a baby is born, a most asked question shows an acceptance of binary gender, “Is it a boy or a girl?” The reality is that there is a gender continuum. Regardless of physical appearance, people fall in different places on the continuum. Most things in life are not binary. When a doctor asks how much pain I am feeling, it’s on a sliding scale. There are degrees of sadness and happiness and usually not an either/or.
I have noticed a transformation in our daughter-in-law. She smiles much more now than s/he used to.
My gift today is witnessing transformation.
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