Lesbian Dad


sfcityhall@dusk En route to the Prop 8 debrief in San Francisco last night. A fingernail clipping moon hung directly over City Hall, and high above that, a little to the south, Venus.

A be-suited man paused with me, as I held the camera up to my eye. “I was just thinking the same thing,” he said.

He asked me whether I was heading to the forum, and I smiled and said yes. So nice that we were each so easy to make out, he from underneath his suit, and I, from underneath my watchcap.  We walked together and talked.

[To be continued,  here.]

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