And He was asking him, "What is your name?" And he said to Him, "My name is Multitude; for we are many."
We arrived yesterday. The house is richly decorated in a bourgeois style, combining the classic and sober furnishing of a bygone Catholic asceticism with the clean-looking gadgets proper to the present day. For me, this house alternately yields strangeness and familiarity; now the dragged-up personification of the history of a family and a class I recognize as mine, now subject to the strong suspicion that arises as I face a way of life I intend to reject now.
I have been using this family house for different families; five of us got here yesterday. I entered and undressed myself; ten minutes later we were in drag. This time the retreat is queer, trans*, feminist. H. offers me a classic, elegant, black dress. We choose our rooms. Dinner, conversations, plans.