March with me.
Confession: An outfit for a Friday night protest. Relaxed, comfortable, but still stylish. The shoes were a bit much for three miles of marching up and down SF hills, but it was worth it. Nothing could dampen the sight of thousands of people streaming down the streets of the Castro, united in the fight for equality. Friends, lovers and families like ours. It felt so good to be there and part of an effort to not back down, not be silenced or defeated. It brought tears to my eyes and was exactly what I needed to shake off the depression I've been in since Tuesday night.