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Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! It’s been a long, strange trip this Pride Week, but the day is here and San Francisco is shining in all it’s glory. This has been one of the most contentious Prides, even before it started almost. The good feeling fest of the last week, has however

Look at that world through rose-coloured glasses! It’s Pink Saturday queer folk, and the hits just keep on coming. As of yesterday afternoon, the wedding bells started clanging again and hordes of lovebirds are promenading down those steps downtown like so many Marilyns and Joes. So whether you’re kick starting

When it comes to picking and choosing what and where to highlight during seasons like Pride, it can be a bit of toughie. Ultimately, our goal is to bring you the cheap and the free, and yet about seventy-five percent of this week is anything but that. When outrageous covers,

If you’re monitoring your grocery bills as closely as I am (ok, I admit it, I have no idea how to do this), you probably feel the same sense of pain when you’re forced to throw away a bag of spinach that’s turned brown or a pack of blueberries that mysteriously turned fuzzy.  The

It’s easy to give into your own prejudice and hate Canberra. As soon as you step into this place, the blood in your veins turns to ice. Winters here are chilly, and if you fly in, chances are you will be left waiting outside in the cold night for a

Perhaps you’ve already experienced the new Fastrak-only agenda while crossing the Golden Gate Bridge. Perhaps you haven’t. Either way, I feel it’s important to discuss the ramifications of this new non-option when crossing the bridge, even if it’s for no other reason than to warn you that it’s a huge

Whiz Burger The above photo is my ham-fisted attempt to juxtapose two distinct types of iconography: one surrounding retro burger joints and the other, Catholic churches.  I wouldn’t blame you if it didn’t elicit the observation that the almighty American hamburger is something of a golden calf, an object of

Women, specifically the prospect of having sex with them, both terrified and fascinated me growing up. I would immediately volunteer myself into the friend zone because that always seemed easier than enduring the potential failure of romantic pursuits. It certainly didn’t help that I was a “dorky” kid, who was