No last name, just Darla. A self-proclaimed “mildly militant” lesbian with a clipboard in one hand and a protest sign in the other, Darla arrived in the Bay Area from Seattle chasing love and instead found politics. Her girlfriend vanished, literally the first night, leaving behind nothing but a shared minute and a hardened heart. Since then, Darla has sworn off romantic entanglements, pouring every ounce of her passion into the fight for justice. Tough, tenacious, and endlessly strategic, Darla doesn’t just believe the world can change, she demands it to. Her focus is laser-sharp, her sarcasm biting, and her commitment unshakable. If there’s a march, Darla’s organizing it or in it. If there’s a campaign flier to be written, a boycott to be planned, a meeting to be disrupted, Darla’s already three steps ahead.

Over the past year, she has become Chase Jones’s right -hand lesbian, turning his raw fire into organized action. Where Chase ignites, Darla directs. She’s the engine behind the scenes of Harvey Milk’s campaigns, the tireless tactician who translates dreams into door-knocking, chants, and real change. Darla is a force: not interested in applause, or compromise, but utterly devoted to the cause. And beneath the rolled-up sleeves and well-worn converse, there still flickers a trace of the girl who came to San Francisco looking for love but found something bigger.