As I settle back into the routine of my everyday life after a wondrous trip to Chicago, I continue to wallow in blissful contentment. I still can’t quite fathom the thresholds I’ve crossed in the last 72 hours, and know that it probably wouldn’t have been possible to have experienced them all in such short time frame if it wasn’t for my lovely companions Kimberly and Kimber. What’s for certain, however, is that they wouldn’t have been nearly as joyous, as monumental, as poignant without the two of them.
The chronicle of my “firsts en femme” include: witnessing a (kick-ass) drag show, riding in (multiple) cabs and Ubers, dining in mainstream restaurants, shopping excursion to Macy's, venturing into *highly* public areas in daytime, stepping into a ladies’ restroom. And at the end of the second evening, I was so confident as to walk through my own hotel lobby as Amanda, right in front of multiple tables of patrons enjoying late night cocktails. To say I’d never thought I could have done such a thing in such seemingly little time is an understatement.
To Coleen: Your spirit and your candor are inspiring; I hope to live life as openly and happily as you seem to do so well. To Karen: What a joy to spend even a few hours in drab with you; I can’t wait to get out with you “for real.” To Kimber and Kimberly: Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! To share your energy, your confidence, and your confidences has been nothing short of dreamlike. And to Chicago: I’ll be back. That’s a promise.
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