it's "pride" week/end in san francisco right now. as many years as i lived there, and gradually participated less & less in the festivities for various reasons, i still miss the ... POWER ... of being there during this time. i just can't describe it. you either get it - no matter "who" you are - or you don't.
i arrived in 1985, 7 years after harvey milk's death. but if his presence is still so compelling, to this day, that movies are yet being filmed about him in the castro while people like myself stand by watching, smiling, beaming, sobbing; and stencils like this one crop up here and there in the neighborhood like - yeah, i'm gonna say it - like images of christ on a cracker! well can you imagine what it felt like in the 70's and 80's?
this man was angelic. he was an astounding embodiment of sanity, intelligence, compassion, humanity, humor, and love - personally, politically, yadda yadda.
look at that image, that face. is this not a buddha? can we not find our way with people like this to lead us? i want this on a t-shirt to remind me; i want to see this in my mirror. i want to find my way with a person like this, as myself, within me. you know?
and this all reminds me: