Given the gratuitous amount of instability and frustration as of late (or for the last 31 years? Discuss), I am probably very overdue for a good cry. I’m not usually a crier, but today, when I learned that Prop 8 had been overturned, I cried. With joy. In public. There was water and saline in my eyes and then on my cheeks and my vision was blurry, and then it was gone, the public display at least, but not the strange heaviness that comes with knowing that not only is the crying not done, it hasn’t even really started.