Thousands of people packed Civic Center Plaza on Saturday morning as part of a nationwide protest against the recent outcome of Proposition 8, which amends the California state constitution so that marriage will only be a right for a "single man and woman."
Rather like k.d. lang just stated in an interview, I've never longed for a "gay marriage" because I've always enjoyed the more countercultural aspects of the gay subculture and never really wanted to get married or join the military, but for many people both activities fulfill a serious longing.
This was brought home in a recent visit to Palm Springs where most of the population, both straight and gay, are elderly. These are the years where Social Security survivor's benefits and the inheritance of property are basic issues that most heterosexual couples take for granted, while their gay counterparts have to go through torturous legal hurdles to make sure that their partner inherits anything.
I had a friend I played tennis and golf with for a short while in the 1980s named Jim Anderson. During that period, he lost his lover of 25 years to a heart attack. The two of them had worked side by side creating a small real estate empire along with the ownership of a great, eccentric bar for older gay gentlemen on upper Polk Street called "The White Swallow."
Jim's lover was a much older man who had been married with children earlier in his life, and the surviving children, who lived in San Francisco, sued the estate which had been left to Jim. Though they had placed every legal protection possible on their shared assets, Jim's lawyer was bad, the children were old San Francisco, and so was the judge. They legally stripped Jim of everything.
It took a couple of years for the family to actually take everything, and Jim slowly went mad with sadness and bitterness. When they took his last place to live, a condo in Palm Springs, he shot himself through the head.
The protest Saturday morning was charming because of the exquisite warm weather and because the sound system with the boring speeches couldn't be heard in the back of the plaza next to the children's playgrounds, where somebody had set up a boombox instead.
The fact that openly gay people have children, either adopted or created by one of their parents, is another reality that's not being even remotely addressed by the religious bigots and their absurd constitutional amendment.
Plus, gender is becoming fluid in ways that are absolutely mindbending. Take Morgan, on the left above, who was a male New Jersey ironworker five years ago and who is now a legal female trying to start a career as a comedian in San Francisco with her lesbian lover, pictured above right. (Click here for Morgan's website.) Morgan is still married to her heterosexual female wife, who lives in their New Jersey home, and they have stayed close friends, while Morgan lives with her new partner as a lesbian. "I've always loved women, I was just in the wrong body," is how she puts it. How the hell does one legislate that kind of complexity? By keeping it simple and equal.
On a Friday evening warmed by Santa Ana winds from the east, City Hall looked cool blue with a shimmering, near-full moon above.
Why the building was lit this particular way I haven't a clue, but it took everyone's breath away.
Update: According to fabulous commenter "winpal," the blue lights were for World Diabetes Day (click here for its history).
At approximately 1:00 PM this afternoon in San Francisco's Financial District, a #45 Muni bus was making a left-hand turn from the one-way Kearny Boulevard to the one-way Sutter Street, in its slow and lumbering fashion, when it crashed into a City Cab vehicle that was trying to make the same turn in the inside lane.
Though the cab driver was yelling at the bus driver that it was all his fault, the truth was actually the opposite.
One of the serious rules of survival in San Francisco is that you should never play chicken with a Muni bus, either in a vehicle or as a pedestrian.
Though there are plenty of crummy San Francisco Muni bus drivers, as a class they are infinitely superior to their cabbie counterparts in this city, many of whom seem to be lunatics and/or terrible, unsafe drivers.
It took about ten minutes for the cab to move his vehicle away from the corner, while cars continued to try to take blind left turns onto Sutter Street, nearly plowing down pedestrians in the crosswalk along with bus riders trying to make an escape.
Thankfully, our bus driver (in the two photos above) was great, and helped the older passengers safely to the sidewalk before finally making his left turn and parking on Sutter. He deserves a commendation, while that crappy cab driver should be taken off the streets.
