After attending the Family and Friends Weekend at Love in Action, Marvin's aunt, Sylvia, shares her eyewitness report. 
Last night I performed Transfigurations-Transgressing Gender in the Bible at Imago Dei Metropolitan Community Church in Glen Mills, PA (about 15 miles outside of Philly). I had a diverse audience of about 45 people -- college students, Quakers, straight, bi, trans and lesbian, young and old. I took my time with the piece maintaining a gentle meditative pace. For the ending when I reveal the identity of the narrator, I had instructed the light tech to dim the lights. Then as the closing music swelled, I asked her to raise the lights to their brigthest intensity. With the music playing, I exited. Always (up until last night) at this point the audience applauds, I wait 5 seconds then come out to take a bow. Last night I exited and then nothing. No one clapped. They sat quietly as the music played. I stood back stage puzzled, baffled. Now what do I do? Wait? Go out anyway? And I wondered for a moment, Did they hate it? Did I confuse them? Offend them? Bore them into a coma? After what ...
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I think that's got to be one of the most hurtful things Love In Action and similar programs do is that they heap blame upon parents. That is just plain sick.
Oh well. I'm holding out hope that Sylvia will get through and she and Marvin will drive across Tennessee and visit Dollywood.
Poor Marvin. It's so sad...
Poor Marvin!
j.
I hope she's real, but she and Marvin's mother will have to let him experience what he needs to experience (My partner and I cal it "touching the hot stove.") before he comes to the end of his struggle and let's go of what he wishes were true about himself. A forced letting go will lead to nothing good.