Archive | March, 2013

Weekend bonus shot, 03.31.13

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Pops, Berkeley, CA.

Dad, not quite a year ago, in the Easter bonnet I got him. OK not bonnet, but that’s how we jokingly referred to it.  Tried to get it on Easter, and the hat shop was closed (duh), so we went the next time he was in town with me. Hats like these are made for gents like my dad.

Thinking a lot about him today.  He is more gone than here, more out than in. Thus, the heightened value of stolen moments like this one, showing me him and his love, utterly present.

He would never ordinarily feel this unselfconscious in front of a camera–would always stiffen and pose uncomfortably, the ineffable essence of himself evaporating in a puff.  This image exists because I held the camera against my chest, and–yes, I’ll admit it–took three or four pictures stealth. He was looking into my eyes, not at the camera’s lens.

We sat under a shade on a sunny June afternoon; he’d just finished watching his youngest grandson “graduate” preschool in a ceremony the school held in our backyard with all the other kids;  he hadn’t tired yet. We had been talking about something or another which I totally forget now. Something that made him smile like this, mostly with his eyes, which have been capable of reflecting and inspiring so much mirth for so many decades.  And there he was. Being him.

 

 

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About the Time magazine cover story

A much-ballyhoo’ed issue of Time magazine hit the newsstands today.  By “much-ballyhoo’ed,” I mean they did a lot of advance PR for it among LGBT folks online (sample size of one: this reporter received an email).  By “hit the newsstands,” I mean, some folks are getting it in print today, others will see it in a crinkly, tattered version in their doctor’s office next week or the week after.  The rest of us will be not only reading the cover story online but absorbing the meta-story around it.

Read the rest of this over at Lesbian Family…

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Three portraits

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Niece with sparkler, Berkeley, CA.

 
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Nephew with sparkler, Berkeley, CA.

 
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 Daughter with sparkler, Berkeley, CA.

 

My niece turned 11 the other day. We had a “village” dinner tonight, village meaning all three households in our little cohousing community (four kids and five adults among us, ranging from six to 50). The feast, which the culinarily precocious birthday girl had largely conceived of and executed (with loving sous-cheffery from her dad and mom) concluded with a sparkler-fest in the back yard.

The littlest kid, my son, decided he really didn’t want to hold a quasi-exploding chopstick-sized wand, but everyone else had a blast with them, each very much in their own, unique way.

 

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On our way

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En route to San Francisco City Hall demo (May 26, 2009: CA Supreme Court ruling to uphold Prop 8).

 

A blast from the past. This has been such a long, tiring journey. Which of course is basically par for the course when the job at hand is to wrestle institutionalized and codified discrimination out of law. Thus “civl rights battle.” For more scenes from this day nearly four years ago, a slide show:

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In the Words of Our Children: Supreme Court, Take Note

Marriage=AmiciCuriaeWe’re on the eve of the United States Supreme Court’s hearing arguments for and against marriage equality. Tuesday is Prop 8’s day in court, Wednesday DOMA takes the stand. The consequences, regardless of their ruling (expected in late June), will be significant, wherever you live. (Freedom to Marry’s got a useful all-on-one-page primer.)

Nearly a month ago, when all the friend of the court (or Amicus) briefs were being submitted to the Supreme Court, a half a dozen organizations submitted one on behalf of the youth–the people, usually seen in ads but rarely truly heard, in whose best interests these marriage laws are supposed to be working.

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