Stephen Torres - Threadbare-Fact Finder
Folsom 2015, as the interwebs predicted, the city is just a box glazed old-fashioneds in search of an emergency pastry chef. As the denizens of the Barbary Coast resume solid food diets and start to emerge from the week- long coma just in time for Castro Street Fair, Hardly Strictly this weekend, and Fleet Week and Italian Heritage Day next weekend. SWEET FUCKING CHRIST, SAN PANCHO!
Was there something missing for you at this last Folsom? Have you ever really had the urge to give it to Stuart, real sloppy? Do you like slapstick? Well, perverts, you may be in luck. This Sunday as the sun rises on a special Castro Street Fair in honour of
The San Bruno Owl winds its way through the mists South of Market as we head towards Van Ness. There aren’t many people on the northbound motor coach at this hour, with the exception of a few stragglers and a nattily dressed older woman who is harping on a teenager
Over the past few years I’ve watched as San Francisco has been pulled out from under us and sold to the highest bidder. And I’m fed up and heartbroken. San Francisco is for everyone, not just the wealthy elite, and this is why I’ve decided to run for mayor....
The lovers, the dreamers and thee. Yes, they still exist in San Francisco and this Saturday you have the chance to mix among them once again and remember why you chose to sit on that dock of the bay. This past week was Citizenship Day and also in,1859, the day that
Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week? Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. Ah,
Few nights have been as warm, gorgeous and amazing as the fundraiser that Hard French threw for the Galería de la Raza this past August 19th, ¡Miercoles Gigante! Persia slayed as emcee and Executive Director Ani Rivera brought on a few teardrops with her heartfelt thanks and impassioned words on
Dear Stuart, Camp’s been great! The last rays of languid orange light dapple a fright wig bobbing in the R3‘s pool like a gentle blood clot in a sea of Hypnotiq. Ay, Stuart, the last day of camp is always bittersweet, and indeed my heart feels as heavy as