The Streets of New York

Between 10,000 and 15,000 people took to the streets of New York last night to protest Prop 8. The demonstration started at the Mormon Temple in Midtown and then we marched down to Columbus Circle... where we all got a bad case of "what now?," post-protest blue balls. "We're here, we're queer, we're... done now, right? Can we go?" I'm not shitting on the event—it was great, it was fabulous, the energy was amazing, and shutting down Broadway with thousands of angry homos—and lots of angry heteros—was moving and cathartic. But as with all demonstrations, particularly demos with marches, you march and chant your way from Point A to Point B, and then you stand around Point B for a while, unsure of what to do with yourself, or when to disperse. There's no payoff, no climax, nothing to compare to the flooding into the streets at the start of the march. You don't want to stand there all night, but you don't want to drift away too soon.

CNN studios are in Columbus Circle—and so is one of those ghastly Trump Towers that litter Manhattan. We joked about dragging Larry King and Donald Trump out into the street and beating them to death for the damage they've done to the institution of marriage—how many times have those two been wheeled down the aisle?—but we went out to dinner instead.

Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of my favorite protest sign—"Jesus Had Two Daddies"—but more of my pictures of the best signs are after the jump.