2002 San Francico: Dykes On Bikes Parade, p. 5

    2002 San Francico: Dykes On Bikes Parade, p. 5

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    2002 San Francico: Dykes On Bikes Parade, p. 5

    It’s getting noiser, more chaotic, as dusk approaches. Somehow Isaac acquires a banner which reads “Dykes for Peace / Peace for Dykes”. He gleefully waves it about.

    As we turn the corner onto Market Street, only a block away from Castro, the celebration gains a fevered pitch. Here a crowd bares much for a cameragirl. Do you get a feeling for the happiness, the rambunctiousness of it all? Now add a few ladies banging beer bottles with sticks and you’re getting closer.

    Okay, we’ve made the turn onto Market, which has been closed off for our enjoyment. In the distance you can see the pink triangle high atop Twin Peaks. And that’s Rose in the foreground. We’re all getting a bit tired, as our home grows closer, ever closer.

    The crowd loses more clothing as the finale of the party grows near.The fog hasn’t yet come over the top of Twin Peaks, but we can certainly feel the chill. I’m getting a bit cold, but then again I won’t be dancing with reckless abandon in a few minutes 🙂

    We’ve come to the corner of Castro and Market. The truck, remember the truck?, stops in Harvey Milk Memorial Plaza, by the big pride flag. The cheering intensifies, music gets louder, and the crowd finds ways of moving forward still. The daylight is starting to lessen, my time taking photos will soon be at an end.

    We pass by the truck, on our way out of the crowd. It’s a dancing mob, festooned with beads and banners, surrounded by lines going to the portable toilets.

    We meet some friends, two lesbians who have children the same ages as Isaac and Lila (and who play together frequently). We chat at the edge of the crowd, our conversation occasionally drowned out by eddies in the passers-by. Another playgroup lesbian shows up, with another playmate of Isaac’s. It’s a nice ending to a long day and a fun march. We see some yawns, and head up the hill towards home, hoping to get some snacking and drinks in before bedtime.

    We turn back to look at the party. This year I won’t return (even though we planned to; Isaac crashed). Perhaps next year.

    Good night. I hope you had some fun marching along with us.

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    2002 San Francico: Dykes On Bikes Parade, p. 5

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    2002 San Francico: Dykes On Bikes Parade, p. 5

    It’s getting noiser, more chaotic, as dusk approaches. Somehow Isaac acquires a banner which reads “Dykes for Peace / Peace for Dykes”. He gleefully waves it about.

    As we turn the corner onto Market Street, only a block away from Castro, the celebration gains a fevered pitch. Here a crowd bares much for a cameragirl. Do you get a feeling for the happiness, the rambunctiousness of it all? Now add a few ladies banging beer bottles with sticks and you’re getting closer.

    Okay, we’ve made the turn onto Market, which has been closed off for our enjoyment. In the distance you can see the pink triangle high atop Twin Peaks. And that’s Rose in the foreground. We’re all getting a bit tired, as our home grows closer, ever closer.

    The crowd loses more clothing as the finale of the party grows near.The fog hasn’t yet come over the top of Twin Peaks, but we can certainly feel the chill. I’m getting a bit cold, but then again I won’t be dancing with reckless abandon in a few minutes 🙂

    We’ve come to the corner of Castro and Market. The truck, remember the truck?, stops in Harvey Milk Memorial Plaza, by the big pride flag. The cheering intensifies, music gets louder, and the crowd finds ways of moving forward still. The daylight is starting to lessen, my time taking photos will soon be at an end.

    We pass by the truck, on our way out of the crowd. It’s a dancing mob, festooned with beads and banners, surrounded by lines going to the portable toilets.

    We meet some friends, two lesbians who have children the same ages as Isaac and Lila (and who play together frequently). We chat at the edge of the crowd, our conversation occasionally drowned out by eddies in the passers-by. Another playgroup lesbian shows up, with another playmate of Isaac’s. It’s a nice ending to a long day and a fun march. We see some yawns, and head up the hill towards home, hoping to get some snacking and drinks in before bedtime.

    We turn back to look at the party. This year I won’t return (even though we planned to; Isaac crashed). Perhaps next year.

    Good night. I hope you had some fun marching along with us.

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