In general, folks really appreciated the film. A filmmaker mentor & friend said she nailed the memoir format; Christine & D's hairdresser confirmed that D succeeded in making the film about their family and not about Christine's transition. I think it does a lovely job of communicating that a difference like being transgendered can be accepted by bible based faith family members, and that it provides some help in being compassionate. (Left unanswered, given the initial filmed responses, what if a son had come out as gay in their family. The cognitive dissonance of Christine & i remaining together is expressed in a few comments.)
There was appreciation for our willingness to be vulnerable, and that awareness of vulnerability -- seeing yourself on the big screen with a hundred or so mostly strangers -- is bouncing around in both my & Christine's emotions. The next year will be festivals and some point the NC PBS station. I know there are some Texas festivals D's applied to.
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Meanwhile, Christine's aunt died, the last member of her mother's generation. We drove up to the little country town for the graveside service yesterday. It was simple, which i appreciated but perhaps not Christine. The closing reading was of the rapture as described in Revelations. We were the city cousins, particularly with D's Fluevog high heels in pink and black, her grey tights with black flowers and birds, her fit-and-flare black dress, and her capelet with pink chenille embellished on the black net. (I'm forgetting what that textile work is called.)
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I'm sick, although pine trees are entering into the pollen season.