prop 8 revisited

august 4 in the late afternoon we were driving down from the redwoods, threading through the traffic on 101 like a redwood pine cone in freefall from heaven. we were on the way to a soft landing in san francisco for two sweet nights in the castro before going home to the texas heat... i was riding shotgun, we were about 2 miles north of the golden gate and i was catching up with the mail on the small screen, when there it was--the prop 8 vote was overturned. judge walker. unconstitutional. holymoly. turn the radio ON, SISTER. npr. npr. npr. looking frantically on the left end of the dial. and then the somber tones with the cheering in the background.

i 'bout came out of my skin. what precious moment was this? we are here and the decision is here both in the same freaking half-mile? i have never savored it more, crawling slowly along under the giant red suspension bridge arches with our brother and sister cars and the fog starting to roll down.

just a couple of years back i had met the blog diva wormwood's doxy online and liked her  immediately. i didn't have to look at any pictures to know she had some red hair goin on.  and we were blogging in the wake of the prop 8 vote... a funeral of justice pretty much slain at the hands of money and the mormon church. for the sake of Christian piety. i cannot find her fine piece on that, but i'd like to say that it was one of those early moments when i realized that we had straight allies who were formidable. how could we possibly lose?

indeed. we haven't lost. we have UN-lost that vote for this brief meanwhile. and although today we are on hold, we haven't lost. the moments slide forward to the day in december when the stay will be lifted perhaps for longer than a day, or a year. or perhaps we will have to march this thing all the way to the supreme court. that march can wait for awhile yet. for now, we are still celebrating in our hearts some of the lines crackling in that decision, and the lines dancing in the street in front of the court house and in the castro.