Tears for Queers: A History of Polk Gulch in SF
Before the Castro, there was Polk. From the 1950s through the early 1980s, Polk was the gay center of San Francisco....
Bubble Boys
The compelling combo of milk, tea, and tapioca pearls was conceived in front of schools, in tea carts serving pre-teens, for them to slurp on the way home....
Table Manners
Both my grandpas had tables in their garages when I was little, and I looked forward to playing every visit, even though they always handily trounced me (Pretty soon I got a little sister who I in turn could handily trounce, so it was chill)....
Glitter Wizard
being friends with multimedia artist Rene Garcia Jr. in college? When we were students at UC Santa Cruz, there was no such thing as a simple keg party when it was time to invite the masses over....
Know Your NIMBYs
The following is a handy guide to the most common NIMBYs (Not In My Back Yard-ers), or those among us who take issue with the ever-blowing winds of change....
Staying Rock ’n’ Roll
When people use the phrase “back in the day” they’re usually talking about some storied and probably poorly remembered and overly glamorized time of their youth when they were baby adults and could therefore party balls while still pursuing their vision of reaching professional and artistic zenith....
SF’s Karaoke King DJ Purple
When I first moved to San Francisco, I went to a traditional karaoke spot with some friends....
The Village Bicycle
In a moment of serendipity, Bamboo Bike Studio moved into my neighborhood (the Tenderloin) and I started feeling bike lust....
License to Drive
One of the most annoying, but understandable, questions I’ve been asked since I’ve lived in the Bay Area is,...
Cutty to the Chase
I was sitting across from a guy who was dating, or fucking, or somewhere in between a friend of mine....
Road Warriors
I met up with a dozen members of the all-female motorcycle club Hot Rides. They had just returned from Marin on one of their bi-monthly rides....
Temple of Doom
Everyone needs a strong remedy for teen angst. Maybe it’s drugs or yelling at your parents in your spare time....