Jaye McBride: A Joke About Her Mom

Now, I'm in therapy. I've really been talking to my therapist a lot about my mom. My

mom passed away and I know you're like, oh, dead mom, dead dad, what next little orphan

trainee? We are talking about my mom a lot. Like, my mom was great. My therapist said,

I should talk to my mom every day, you know, which seems a little crazy. So I just, I

just talked to the mannequin in the attic. I dressed up in her clothes. But she was great.

My mom was great. She was like this Martha Stewart type, you know, a convicted felon,

a good cook. And now she was, when I first came out to her as trans, it sort of took her

a while. She, um, she said she had to pray to God after I told her, which makes sense. Because

if you're a middle aged white woman and you don't like something, you talk to the manager.

I hit a little close to home, huh, I like. I, uh, now I still try to please my mom. Like,

when she, uh, after she passed away, I thought, I'm gonna do something nice. I decided I was

gonna spread her remains and let her favor place. The town I grew up in. It's a town called Westport,

New York. It's in the Adirondack Mountains. It's on Lake Champlain. And don't clap. You're not

from there. Um, but it's beautiful. So I drive six hours and I start to spread her remains.

Someone comes running out and says, stop, you can't do that. You can't do that. And I'm like,

why not? He said, you have to cremate her first. So then I had to put her back in the garbage bag.

So she's at her second favorite place behind in our bees. Catch, Jay McBride and Amy should

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