In a park full of thousands of lesbians, it was their day and I was a minority. I was there and I was witnessing history being written. I was looking at the pages of a history book being filled with words and photographs. It was alive, breathing and drunk with music. Dolores Park was not mine that day, it was theirs. And the streets of San Francisco was not mine that day, it was theirs.
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