I am back in Amelia after two exhilarating days in London to attend the WDI Conference on 20 and 21 July in a location that defied the most keen TRA. Women were free to meet, talk, socialise, laugh, drink (at the pub, we are not animals), without being told off and abused.
So now that I am back, with my customary post-flight cold and after having spent a delightful evening eating amazing food with the incredible Eva Poen at terf central (also known as Il Portico in Kensington), I am back here reflecting on what I have experienced.
First. We exist. I mean we are all real and we can hug each other in the real world, and not just virtually on Twitter. I felt like fans who meet their favourite celebrity and have to do a double take. Julia Long exists, all three of her (one of the great things about this sort of events is that there are things one can now say who will immediately understood by those who were there (or those who watch it on YouTube). My head is a whirlwind of names, real and made up for social media. Nothing matches being able to meet and talk and debate in real life, all the better with a gin&tonic and a plate of chips (the breakfast of champions).
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