Right now I'm trying like hell not to cry. I just learned that the Pride flag that hangs in the Castro neighborhood of San Francisco is flying at half mast after Prop 8 passed. A black flag has been added above it.
I haven't been able to really revel in the victory of Barack Obama, because the night was marred by the passing of Prop 8. Maybe it is because I was there the first day of same sex marriage at City Hall after the CA Supreme Court decision. Maybe it's because my step-sister is a lesbian. It's likely both those things, but more than that I think I'm crying because it's just so goddamn sad.
Sure, it's not over. Lawsuits will be filed, fights will be fought. But I've seen the elation on the faces of those who were finally, finally allowed to marry the loves of their lives, and the idea that anyone could snatch that from them is heartbreaking.*
I'll never understand the hate. I cannot fathom the fear. As apophenia says, "we will look back with horror at the time when Americans thought it was right to treat people differently based on who they loved."
*Yes, I know marriages until Tuesday are still valid. But that's not the larger point.