Marching brides, San Francisco Pride Parade, 2013
More where this came from, I hope, soon.
Consider this image a placeholder. Soon I hope to file a longer, more image-strewn and word-bedecked accounting of Mrs Dad’s and my foray into the City last night, in which we joined thousands of our kind in rejoicing the death of Proposition 8 and the Defense of Marriage Act.
Above: just a block down from the epicenter intersection of Castro and Market Streets, someone had pulled up a bike that was tricked out with a ginormous, self-contained sound system on a trailer. Castro Street between Market and 19th Street or so had been closed to auto traffic since late afternoon, to accommodate the throngs of celebrants, who numbered well into the thousands. But after 10pm, per custom (and city ordinance), the stage had been dismantled and the party had wound down, Castro Street reopened to traffic. Thus the pressing need for this pop-up party.
Dance music blared. People of all sorts danced. A bubble machine spewed bubbles. And at the center of the swirl danced a woman with a sign conveying the sentiment that united us all. Simply, Thank you.
Events of the day, SCOTUS-wise, hard to put into words, but this one’s a start.
The above image came from the May, 2008 day the California State Supreme Court declared that our constitution protected all Californians’ right to enter into a legal marriage–regardless of which sex that Californian was. Here was the post then.
It has been five long, long years since then. But in another 25 or so days (procedural detail, but our Att’y General has been behind us all along), my brothers and sisters here will pick up where we all left off as of November 4, 2008.
Watch this space for more soon, when I can get more words together.
So we now know: SCOTUS will release their marriage decisions tomorrow morning, Wednesday June 26th, circa 10am Eastern. The first two days of this week have already been rocky, with a partial victory (but not a decisive defeat) for Affirmative Action in the Texas case, handed down Monday, and a mind-boggling gutting of the Voting Rights Act handed down this morning.
United for Marriage, a coalition of about three or four thousand organizations (okay, three or four HUNDRED), is coordinating and publicizing SCOTUS decision events in cities coast-to-coast. Check out where yours is here.
The San Francisco one is below, with MEUSA and over a dozen other orgs in on the event.
If you can volunteer to help, let ’em know and sign up here!
At the end of the pier in the middle of the San Francisco Bay, Berkeley, CA.
On Baba’s Day a week ago, we came back to the Berkeley marina after visiting my Pops. We ended our adventures here, at the terminus of the kilometer-long Berkeley pier. The remnants of the original portion of the pier pick up after a 50 foot gap (to allow passage through of small boats), and point just a little to the south of the Golden Gate Bridge.
If the Supreme Court makes a big fat pronouncement tomorrow morning about LGBT civil rights, you can be sure that something or another will appear here as soon as I pick myself up from either the ceiling or the floor, depending. (Biting nails about Voting Rights and Affirmative Action rulings, also due out this week.) [UPDATE: No announcement Monday. More decisions on remaining cases will be made Tuesday morning, 10am Eastern; Thursday mornings are also a traditional decision day, but they’re scheduling additional days this week to hand down decisions.]
As per usual, you should also check out what’s up over at Lesbian Family. Last Friday I posted several items of interest, one of which was a short and sweet interview (“A Few Minutes with Zach Wahls, Everly Lesbian Mom’s Dream Son“) and the other provided (or linked to) some helpful infographics (“Upcoming SCOTUS Rulings Clarified For You“).
One of the reasons I don’t blog very often is that I’m at work generating a lot of this stuff. I’m not complaining.
LesbianDad is a personal essay/photography blog. It began as a document of my parenthood but, like life, its ambit has stretched to include much more than I expected. My kids call me "Baba," and together we work toward a world in which amor really does vincit omnia.