By Janna Brancolini
Years ago, my family and I stayed in Dupont Circle area of Washington, D.C., the famously gay neighborhood of our nation’s capital. One morning we were walking to breakfast when my then 11-year-old brother exclaimed, much to my mother’s horror, “Mom, look at those fairies!”
“Nico, where did you hear that word?” my mom hissed quietly. “That is extremely rude, and we do not refer to gay people as ‘fairies.'”
“But Mom… they’re fairies,” he said, confused at her response and still pointing.
We all looked over. There, marching down the street, was a line of mostly middle-aged men in fairy wings and glitter, gay pride banners flapping in the wind.
If I were asked to describe the gayest wedding I could think of, it might therefore include fairy wings. But getting married in the middle of a giant pink triangle, during Pride Parade weekend, on a mountain that is visible from festivities, in the most gay-friendly city in the world, would probably suffice as well. And this weekend, that is exactly what San Franciscans will have the opportunity to do.