Pop-up dance party on Market Street, San Francisco, CA.

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.


4 thoughts on “THANK YOU.”

  1. Such an amazing day! The wife and I were not able to make the party in the city, but I showed my exuberance by wearing a certain “I <3 my lesbian husband" shirt to our local farmer's market and got nothing but love and congratulations. Here's to hoping we can join the celebration this weekend.

  2. Congratulations to you and yours, LD! Married at last! (Again!) From flood-riddled Calgary, it was heartwarming indeed to witness such a momentous change south of the border.

  3. I live in Dupont Circle, here in ye old District of Columbia, and it was all hyped up too 🙂 Proud, so very, to be a straight ally.

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