I have to admit, we had a pretty good run here at So There’s That. 21 podcast episodes and 32 blog posts over the course of a year. And a little bit of notoriety here and across the pond to boot.
Not too shabby, but it has been a while, hasn’t it? Not that that was the plan. But a few weeks here and a few weeks there, and pretty soon you’re talking about a whole lot of time under the bridge.
Worse, I really didn’t take a proper look at the place out until I ran into some server issues. But here it is, a moment frozen in time. Sort of like that mosquito suspended in amber in the beginning of Jurassic Park. Okay, bad example. But my point is that I’ve come to realize that this incarnation of my story has run its course. Because, frankly, I’m no longer “The Impossible Girl.” If the past few years have taught me anything, it’s that I’m possible. Hence possiblegirl.com.
So what about the podcast I hear you ask? Well, maybe in another incarnation. But not as DiG. If and when I do a podcast (or a book for that matter), it will be as Jen. Why Jen? Well, that sounds like a good topic for the first podcast.
That said, if this is your first time around, you may want to start at the beginning…
So until I am again your host, guide, and sometimes provocateur, I am now, and apparently always was… Jen.
DiG welcomes an old friend, Anna, to the festivities, leading to a wonderful conversation about how we perceive ourselves and how we are perceived by others. Topics include DiG’s previous life as “a guy,” Anna’s white noise tattoo, and DiG’s infamous “Beautiful Mind” wall. We also get several visits from Shadow and plumb the secrets of women’s bathrooms, including the concept of “hovering.”
DiG returns with an update on her “impossible life” in New York City, one year after going public with her transition. A new drivers license, new confidence, old friends, and how to handle questions from relative strangers about her genitalia.
The old house empty. Both kids at college. The cat, well, she’s still trying to find the missing door that leads to our old backyard in our new 10th floor New York City apartment. So join DiG, sans Dante, for an emotional farewell to a life well-lived in Maryland, and a hint at things to come in the Big Apple.
In another sleep-deprived episode, DiG finally moves to NYC and bids a very emotional farewell to Dante. Along the way we encounter tangents (and rants) about the frustratingly challenging move, an equally frustrating drive through New Jersey, and fond reminiscings of Doctor Who and Cardiff.