Buenos días Pride-landia! Whether your just waking up or haven’t quite made it to bed yet, Pride Sunday is finally here. The only question remaining is, What is one to wear?? If you plan on taking in the march/ parade or are participating, we would highly suggest comfortable shoes and
The minutes are passing like hours, but fear not queerdos, Pride Friday is here and the city is abuzz like a million hot pink cicadas. And in terms of millions, we could easily be looking at close to two in attendance this Sunday’s parade. The parade has become iconic, resplendent
I didn’t grow up with religion so I’m easily impressed by inconvenient rituals, and exercises in deprivation that make me feel vaguely smug. I’ve always been susceptible to cults like political campaigns, yoga, (tantric sex), retreats & extreme diets. Anything to fill the void. I recently started the keto diet. For the
Guests now walk around on flower petals at the Asian Art Museum. Both inside and out, Megan Wilson’s bright summer of love infused flowers decorate the sidewalk, walls, and walkways, so whether you’re rushing to work at the Civic Center, or perusing the new Flower Power exhibit, passersby pause, if only for a second, and smile. That smile seems to be the universal effect of flowers on people no matter their destination.
It was an inconspicuous warehouse made of red brick, a chalkboard sign in front of the door reading “Puff Pass Paint this way” with an arrow. We were 30 minutes late.
Several years ago when I was what could only charitably be termed as a “baby” queer, I had gone to meet some friends for a drink at the carpeted mineshaft that was the former incarnation of the Midnight Sun on Pride Friday. The Castro was already pulsating with hundreds of
Sushi pizza, sushi breakfast, sushi donuts, and a restaurant that serves sushi in a cup is the natural evolution of this newly minted hell we have found ourselves in.