let them say we're crazy

The day of the march was the decision day for Prop 8. Judge Walker ruled prop 8 unconstitutional, ending the ban on gay marriage. After the decision, the judge was attacked in the media because he is openly gay, implying bias and personal activism (I can just hear Sarah Palin meowing about it). When reality is that this judge was appointed by Reagan and was accused of being *too* conservative during his confirmation.

The point is - the ban was unconstitutional. ALL people are created equal, is what they meant to say. Plus, this should never have been put to a popular vote; the result of scare campaigns and idiotic reasoning does not reflect what is right. Allowing interracial marriages would not have been approved by popular vote, but it was the right thing, the "American" thing to do.

is that a name or an intersection?

We have one more night at a fancy resort in the desert of Palm Springs. The mountain views are inspiring and the cake is delicious. We have a cool little villa with a private patio (our view is the 2nd pic). Yesterday we sat thru a 90-minute "time-share sales pitch" knowing we could only say NO but they gave us $200 in gift certificates for attending. It actually is a tempting deal, despite us not having the extra $10,000 to throw around and not really wanting to own a desert villa in the middle of a golf course. Fortunately it was pretty painless, and was fun (?) to do it as a couple. The last person to try to sell us shit had the greatest name Grant Broadway.

this whistle is on

i'm reveling in the time i have in san diego with my love, trying to absorb every milligram of joy in each moment. we've filled ourselves with delicious meals, insanely strong drinks, bad movies, and giggles. yesterday we went to the zoo -- my favorite moment was seeing the baby gorilla (baby frank) thumping his adorable little chest. it's a far stupider behavior when humans do it. as george bush so often proved.

there are moments at the zoo when you become trapped between baby strollers and families of fatties who apparently always have to stop and spread out in the middle of the pathway (not trying to get out of others' way) to tie their shoe, hoist up pants, or search for that lost snickers bar at the bottom of the oversize wicker bag; when trapped in these countless pockets, i can truly identify with the zoo animals.

after the zoo, we decided to go out to eat before rescuing micah from his kennel. we went to the hillcrest neighborhood - the gayborhood, if you will, and i will. we tried a newer place called Gossip Grill. as we were enjoying our drinks, we learned that there was a "march for marriage" (to protest the beyond retarded prop. 8) that would be coming down the street just outside our window. after we ate and sucked down several more drinks, we could see crowds start to gather. across the street, a guy in an upstairs apartment turned on a bubble machine. and the marchers started to come into sight. it was beautiful. there were so many people marching and cheering, and maybe the margaritas had a little to do with it, but i couldn't help myself from getting weepy. (i love my straight friends, but f*ck you for a minute) it is both awesome and awful to be in an area like that, where it is normal to see gay couples holding hands as they walk down the street. when the rare straight couple on the sidewalk makes you do a double-take. these beautiful pockets of the world in all the cities where they thrive (and the liberating joy i feel) are not about excluding the breeders, but instead they are a swing of the pendulum away from what we live every day.

if there is anything in this country that should be free, it is love.