Oh God, Your Parents Are Coming to Visit You in San Francisco!
A few weeks ago, my parents drove from Minnesota to San Francisco for a visit. That’s correct — they drove....
A few weeks ago, my parents drove from Minnesota to San Francisco for a visit. That’s correct — they drove....
The rainbow flag of Pride waves over a diverse, complicated, label-defying, unclassifiable spectrum of peoples, proclivities, orientations, gender identities, colors, zoological physiognomies, positions and preferences....
Or, the art of taking BART....
It’s a tale as old as time: boy meets girl, they go to a bar, one suggests a game of pool, and the guy does that awesome “wrap around from behind” move to sexy-explain how to hold the stick right....
Have you seen a porno before? Are you confused?...
Coachella is this weekend, folks, which means you’re either gathering up your crop tops and neon fanny packs in preparation or you’re hating on all your friends who can’t stop status updating their excitement....
Sorry, maybe I should’ve phrased that better; I’m not gay, it’s just that ironically, living near the Castro has forced me into a 35-square-foot closet....
I just went on my seventh Tinder date in six weeks last night. This afternoon, as the dude texted me, I realized that I’m over it....
Sail away, sail away, sail away, sang Oakland queer party Ships In The Night to all the white queers and straight allies....
I’ve read 1984 more times than I can count, so I know better than to share this, but here goes nothing…...
I was curious what this fine city’s inhabitants might be hiding, so I asked people to fill out an anonymous form with instructions to come clean about whatever they felt compelled to confess....
It’s a Tuesday. I’m finishing my workout at my neighborhood gym....