San Francisco Pride caps a protest-heavy weekend with its loudest, proudest exhale

That’s three days, every feeling on the menu — glitter, handcuffs, corgis, cash-only drag shows and all. We’re closing the live blog here. Now, choose your own adventure.

Heading home? Hydrate and rest those marching feet. Still going? The Mission and the Castro are just warming up — go find your people. Thank you for spending Pride with us. It’s been a blast. 🌈

— Mission Local

Rainbow flags fluttered throughout the Castro District as pedestrians in Pride gear and joyful partygoers enjoyed drinks in the sun. Here, it’s Pride every day.

— Zoe Malen

Things are gloriously out of hand on 21st between Bryant and Potrero, in the stretch between El Chato and Asiento. A drag show caps off an afternoon of dancing all the way down. People pay their cover in cash — but the queens get tipped in singles, dollar bills passed hand to hand. Venmo isn’t everything. Not all of Pride is corporate.

— Liliana Michelena

At 21st and Bryant Streets, a small but lively block party celebrates with an oyster food stand, music, and gloryhole hotdogs.

– Zoe Malen

We’re free from the trappings of the official Market Street events and into Civic Center, where a disco/electronic stage and a Latino music stage welcome partygoers who are here to dance, hang with friends and warm up. Crowds of pregamers spill onto the lawns, dogs wander around looking for pets, and the usual naked-male suspects parade about looking for, well, appreciation.

The noise stays localized enough at the stages — Whitney Houston at one, Colombian vallenato at another, drag queens at the main stage — that there’s room for people to bring their own.

Like this group in the southwest corner, twentysomethings blasting Chappell Roan’s HOT TO GO! and twerking with their buddy — and inflatable shark.

Sunday is still young.

— Liliana Michelena

People cheer from their balcony, the crowd shows spirit with prideful and often humorous wear, and people from the parade pass out stickers and balloons.

— Zoe Malen

It’s been an hour of this… we may be moving on soon.

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A fleet of police officers on bicycles rode ahead of the cable car float, waving Daniel Lurie signs. The mayor himself wasn’t visible, but passengers aboard the float wore rainbow “Mayor Daniel Lurie” shirts and waved signs. The crowd—cheering for corgis just moments earlier—fell mostly silent as the contingent passed.

— Annelise Bowers

They came wearing tutus, headbands, and boots. In wagons, on leashes, or scooped up in someone’s arms: the corgis of San Francisco marched for Pride.

This was not a speedy contingent—four-inch legs complicate the marching process—but it was a joyful one. As the dogs passed, the crowd erupted into cheers. “We love you!” one person called out.

— Annelise Bowers

The real stars of Pride? Four-legged. From rainbow bandanas to full drag, see the pups who showed up and showed out

After being chased out of the Trans March on Friday, Scott Wiener returned to Pride in a sea of orange. Riding atop a truck decorated in Pride and California flags, Wiener waved to a cheering crowd. 

He was surrounded by a contingent of orange t-shirts, campaign signs, and one person dressed in an inflatable hot dog. Wiener himself waved a pink sign that read “protect Trans kids”.

— Annelise Bowers

Pride weekend has already given San Francisco the full range: Friday swung from a glittering Trans March to arrests on Market Street, and Saturday answered with a Pink Saturday for the books — Dolores Park in full bloom, the Dyke March taking the Mission, and the “Dykes Only” era taking its final bow after 11 years.

By nightfall, the Dyke March had taken the Mission, and the city split in two: some headed home early to save themselves for Sunday’s marathon, while the diehards went out one more time. Chapeau.

Today, it all rolls down Market Street: Dykes on Bikes out front a the main parade with hundreds of contingents, the Civic Center Celebration at other end, and parties all over the city closing out the weekend. After a year when Pride leaned hard into protest, Sunday is the city’s loudest, proudest exhale. Stick with us.

— Liliana Michelena