My body arrived back in the USA in NYC on Monday night; my soul finally caught up to it in Philadelphia sometime last night.
I don’t know about you, but sleep serves as a vital time to process and sort, particularly as I dream. After much air travel, several days at the Philadelphia Transgender Health Conference, and a bout of chest-binding-induced stomach gas, my sleeping life filled with images of yellow and blue life jackets, broccolli, and vulvas. I don’t assign any meaning to these images. I let my mind sort and file as I enjoy the show.
I plan on spending more time blogging later this weekend. Far too much cool stuff happening to keep me on-line right now. Ah and the brilliant, beautiful people!