A million years ago, in 2018, when sitting in the confines of a tiny theater in the Tenderloin wasn’t anxiety-inducing in the least, I caught “Altars for my Alters” at the SF Fringe Festival. While most solo Fringe shows are minimalistic, often performed by a person in black using only

Well, it’s time for the most divisive, tumultuous, and significant presidential election in modern American history, we’re in the midst of a massively destructive global pandemic, fires are still burning across the state, and we still can’t get smoke-free air in the Bay. So, needless to say, you’re stressed out

This list of great places to eat in the Bay Area will leave you smiling and probably drooling. All these joints are incredibly well priced, locally owned, delicious, and serving takeout in 2021. You can get something delicious, that will also fill you up, at all these eateries for under

For the first time in 60 years, the Tony Award-Winning San Francisco Mime Troupe will not be performing free shows in the parks. For many, that is truly a sign of the dark times we are in. The Mime Troupe is synonymous with summer for those of us who enjoy

Due to the current crisis that I need not name, our local performance artists, venues and teachers are really suffering financially and existentially right now since every venue and studio is closed. The good news is that Bay Area artists are both resourceful and creative, and many of them are

There may soon be a glitter and rhinestone shortage in San Francisco. Why? For the third year in a row, over 30 local burlesque performers will convene for the annual Burlesque Extravaganza at EXIT Theatre. It’s all going down March 18-21. As a frequent patron and performer at EXIT Theatre,

“Probably the most intelligent comedy involving a giant talking vulva” is a sentence I never thought I’d write, but nonetheless the latest installment of “Edna in a Bottle: Tastes Funny” has elicited this response. Produced by Potatoes Mashed Comedy, this monthly sketch comedy show combines the quirkiness and absurdity of

Waiting in line for Kat Robichaud’s Misfit Cabaret at the Alcazar Theater on Geary street is definitely part of the experience. My husband and I found ourselves standing in a sea of unnatural hair colors and tattoos, easily distinguishable from the line of yuppies waiting for a trendy Japanese restaurant

We were three glasses in but felt like we could do one more, so we hopped on the train to the Castro and went to Blackbird (a little loud for my taste, but not otherwise objectionable). I had a vague drunken memory of being there before but couldn’t place it. At this point we’d had quite a bit of wine and our conversation was getting more and more touchy feely. It was nice because prior to this, we hadn’t had a lot of opportunities to hang out one on one, since our men were in a band together and we usually all hung out together.