Here is the full transcript of author Olivia Gatwood’s TEDx Talk: We Find Each Other in the Details at TEDxABQ conference.
Olivia Gatwood – TRANSCRIPT
Jordan convinced me that pads are disgusting. “They make your panties smell like dirty bike chains,” she said. We were sitting on her mother’s plastic coated floral couch, one of us in a swimsuit, the other sworn to layers. The water was her selling point and I was terrified of tampons. Or rather, terrified of the undiscovered crater. The muscle that holds, and pulls, and keeps, and sheds. She said, “I’ll do it for you!” And yes, we had seen each other naked many times.
We had showered together and compared nipples, wished to trade the smalls and bigs of our respective bodies. So it wasn’t unnatural, really, when I squatted on the toilet seat and she laid down on the floor, like a mechanic investigating the underbelly of a car. With plastic syringe in hand, she wedged the packed cotton into me. This is what I saw last before blacking out and collapsing onto the tile. Jordan, blood scholar, in a turquoise bikini, saying, “Now, you are ready to swim.” Thank you. Thank you.
I write poems about shaving my legs, kissing my best friend in her bedroom, mastering the art of concealing the blood stain on the back of my jeans, which is to say, I write poems about girlhood, queerness, shame. Today, I want to talk to you about how our smallest memories can connect us to the larger world. There’s a certain kind of pressure in being a storyteller.
I see it when I teach workshops on poetry, especially for high school students. They want so badly to be the voices of their generation, to write the poem that saves the world. I admire this desire. I, too, have striven towards it. But time and time again, I learned, both through my own writing and through the writing of others, that it is not the big stories that reach millions, it’s the tiny ones.
When I started performing poetry at 16, I saw poets as the keepers of truth. When a poet got on stage to speak, it was like they were a magician casting a spell of knowledge over the audience. I often wondered what my truth would be as a poet, what story would people look to me to tell. Well, I became a poet who writes poems about tampons. I have had hundreds of people from across the country approach me about this poem.
Some of them also had a tampon put in at the hands of someone else, a practice I did not know was as common, until recently. Some of them also blacked out after the first time, a reaction I did not know was as common, until recently. Some of them experienced neither but had a best friend like Jordan, a loud, vivacious girl who controls everything around her. Some of them were Jordan. Some of them still are.
This is where we find connection: through the specific. If we allow ourselves to look at our memories, and instead of insignificant or unrelatable, think of them as a museum – an archive of moments that, regardless of size, have equal weight – this is where we find the poem. It begins with naming the moment as important. So often, I hear people, especially teen girls, talk about their lives as though they are unspectacular or boring. We’re conditioned to do this, to take up less space with our narratives and instead make room for the stories that have historically been deemed most important.