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This made me cry when I was linked to it, so I'm keeping it short here.
The end of Don't Erase my History (you know, that thing with a video that I did for months, that just about drove me crazy) is dedicated to Del Martin, who died as we were finalizing the cut for this. Who helped found the first lesbian advocacy group, Daughters of Bilitus, and who was, by the way, part of the first gay couple married in the US.
Who didn't have to live through watching her marriage get trampled one more time by prop 11 and the intervening court battle.
Reading this article feels a lot like hearing about Del's death and the marriages getting dissolved all over again into one moment.
I just. Fuck. People.
(Also, yeah, that's the Bay Area outskirts. Way to go, people.)
The end of Don't Erase my History (you know, that thing with a video that I did for months, that just about drove me crazy) is dedicated to Del Martin, who died as we were finalizing the cut for this. Who helped found the first lesbian advocacy group, Daughters of Bilitus, and who was, by the way, part of the first gay couple married in the US.
Who didn't have to live through watching her marriage get trampled one more time by prop 11 and the intervening court battle.
Reading this article feels a lot like hearing about Del's death and the marriages getting dissolved all over again into one moment.
I just. Fuck. People.
(Also, yeah, that's the Bay Area outskirts. Way to go, people.)