My stu­dents are tap­ping away at the task I have given them. I know them well enough to know I do not need to wander behind their backs too often to check they are not just using the laptops to check their e‑mail.

Instead I sit here and check mine, update my journal. Odd. The silence is a par­tic­u­lar silence, punc­tu­ated with tap­ping keys. It is concentration.

Yes­ter­day was superb. The morn­ing star­ted with great ses­sions, with Juan-Ale­jandro telling his story, from his child­hood trying to just be who he was and not the girl every­one saw him as, that his par­ents expec­ted him to be. He was funny and elo­quent – and said a bunch of things on the edge of my the­or­ies. Other speak­ers were also incred­ibly inspir­ing: Phong from the Ethnic Coun­cils of Vic­toria got rap­tur­ous applause.

Ran off for lunch with Stephan, came back for a power­ful plen­ary. Great conference. 

Went home, worked out the mark­ing schema for Assign­ment 2 and then went to the United We Dance clos­ing party of the con­fer­ence at The Market. Great fun, lots of music you don’t usu­ally hear at queer clubs: bhanghra and latino house. I felt like I was back in Spain a little bit. Plus there was a sexy Span­ish guy with long hair and dirty dan­cing with Maria and a beau­ti­ful, sultry boy belly­dan­cing with a live snake to arabic sounds. What more can you ask for?