Us girls accompanied her to her hotel where she dropped off some stuff before heading to the last party on the last night of the conference. She brought a bottle of rosé from her room to the rooftop bar.
This was the third day that I’d been out in the world as myself—en femme. Reflecting upon those five airy days of delight being in Chicago for the 2017 Reformation Project conference, is difficult. Because I am home now. And I am caged. The lock and key are the burden of secrecy and a performance art of the highest order that even 007 should only hope to master. The bars are constant melancholy and stress like so many g-forces the human body wasn’t made to withstand.
So then: Forgoing chronology, I’ve decided to share my story of being at the conference in anecdotal form based on images or themes. I may revisit some events to explore my own interior space (think, the “confession camera” from reality TV).
So now: Onto the rooftop of the high rise hotel. And the pretty pink beverage that welcomed me into that rarified air of being “one of the girls.”
This was my first time in Chicago. My first time at any LGBTQ conference/gathering. My first time being out in the world as Sophia. And my first time drinking rosé. My new friend Adrienne pouring me that cup was (unbeknownst to her) my initiation, my celebratory toast, and the cup of communion.
As with the Pensieve from Harry Potter, I invite you to dip your face into this pink and sparkling liquid, where you’ll see five scenes from that final night of the conference as I continue this series. This has been part one.