The last few days have been full of ups and downs here in San Francisco. The down being that the Mr and I missed our first Glastonbury Festival in seven years (Timehop has been a blessing and a curse for reminding us what we’re missing) – first world problem, much? One of the highs has of course been Pride, and the USA’s Supreme Court ruling to legalise gay marriage in all 50 states.
San Francisco is definitely one of the more liberal cities in the States and has long been home to a bustling LBGT community, so when news of this huge win for equality broke on Friday morning, the jubilation could be felt on every street corner. For us, marriage was a natural progression within our relationship and while it’s not the right move for everyone, it’s hard to imagine having to fight so hard to justify loving another person in that way.
We’re blessed with lots of rainbow flags here throughout the year but for Pride, businesses, homeowners and citizens go all-out, and it’s been a joy to walk around neighbourhoods that are even more colourful than usual. On Saturday afternoon we headed down to a BBQ at our friend’s house in the Castro, before checking out the Pink Party, a Pride street party packed with performers, music and dancing.
For the occasion I dug out the only pink item of clothing I own – this floral jersey pencil skirt from Topshop – and paired it with these epic gold sneakers from Zara that I picked up in the sale a couple of weeks ago. I am in heart-eyes emoji love with them.
America is not without its flaws (the topic of gun control, or lack thereof, could spawn a whole other blog, let alone a blog post) but I felt very proud to live in San Francisco this weekend. It’s a peninsula of acceptance, tolerance and celebration of who you are, and proof that love wins in the end.