Sunburned and so overwhelmingly happy from going to Pride in SF today. Love overflowing the streets of all ages. pic.twitter.com/ZVqlNbe79b
— olga nunes (@olganunes) June 30, 2013
Snuck into City Hall w @shipwrekmusic just to clap when married couples exited the building. So many beaming faces, tear-stained, glowing.
— olga nunes (@olganunes) June 30, 2013
One couple looked in their seventies: a warm black man & his white partner. What the world must look like through the eyes of their history.
— olga nunes (@olganunes) June 30, 2013
A whole line waiting to get married & each time a couple exited, the line would roar in approval. I was laughing & applauding through tears.
— olga nunes (@olganunes) June 30, 2013
Outside, girls who looked no more than 14, grinning & covered in glitter. What it must be to grow up gay in this town: you are embraced.
— olga nunes (@olganunes) June 30, 2013
Pride is an apt name for it. I felt proud.
— olga nunes (@olganunes) June 30, 2013
At 14, I was terrified & ashamed that I was attracted to women. In light of that, the support & love here was breathtaking. Beautiful.
— olga nunes (@olganunes) July 1, 2013
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Yesterday hit me in all of the feels. So much to say, more than I have words for, which is a feat, for me.
Instead, myself and eight friends traipsed to the top of Bernal Hill in San Francisco, a point overlooking the entire city, set up an electric piano and played to the night.
From our vantage point on the grassy hilltop, a friend pointed out an area in the middle of the city, colored lights shining from a single building.
It was City Hall, shafts of light streaming upward, with all the colors of the rainbow.
This city makes me fall in love with it again, and again, and again.
