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I live in the Castro with my girlfriend, most of my friends are queer, and I was the managing editor of a lesbian magazine....
I live in the Castro with my girlfriend, most of my friends are queer, and I was the managing editor of a lesbian magazine....
I’m waiting for a glimpse of it, folded into a rickety seat at Artists’ Television Access (ATA), the city’s pint-size underground film and video venue on a particularly hopping block of Valencia Street — ready for SF Cinematheque’s “Women of the West:’70s Bay Area Experimentalists” shorts program....
Every time I open an oyster I feel like an otter smacking an abalone against its rigid chest....
How many times have you gone home with a date only to find your Prince Charming’s place looks like a scene out of Animal House?...
I was recently at a bar with a friend when I told him something I hoped would impress him....
By Sarah Han....
I remember the exact moment when I heard Dolores Park would be closing. I was in my kitchen, just back from an LA extenda-stay and hungrily catching up with friends on all I’d missed during my Bay Area starvation period....
As a poet recently released from the repressive wine-and-cheese readings of academia, I’m really tired of balancing plastic cups of Two-Buck Chuck on my knees while listening to a guy at a podium whose every sentence trails upward....
Being a fationista is no easy task, especially when you fall in this weird in-between of being able to squeeze into “normal” clothing and rocking plus sizes....
It’s a challenge to find a simple, workaday cappuccino like I used to get at The Happy Bar in Milan....
It all started with an ad in the Bay Guardian for Bender’s sushi happy hour. I had always known about it in the back of my head, as well as another sushi night at the Knockout in the Mission, both run by the same guy, but I had never gone....
Ritual Coffee Roasters on Valencia Street is the epicenter of San Francisco hipster life....