Two years ago, I wrote about separating the home from hometown. “No contact” had already entered modern parlance. More therapy-speak misappropriated, an oversimplification of a complex problem. It didn’t appear in that article and, looking back, I can see why. I wasn’t quite “over it,” and not as enlightened as

Another San Francisco legend is leaving. On December 23rd, Haight Street Costumes will close for good. Risen from the ashes of Costumes on Haight, today it is a powerhouse of talent. That’s the hard part, disbanding that artist collective, but it isn’t for another six months. There’s still time to

The Huge Release Party for the Literary Magazine In case you haven’t heard, we just put out an incredible literary magazine called The Dreams I Dreamt: Letters to San Francisco thanks to a grant from the Civic Joy Fund. It’s a gift to San Francisco, where 19 of The City’s

The Final Final had already been sold when my partner and I first visited last month. It’s a treat, going to a straight bar once in a while. We know the city’s gay bars top to bottom. Sometimes it feels nice to be new. The Final Final is a time

The assassination attempt of former president Donald Trump captured the world’s attention this weekend. Not since the attempted assassination of President Ronald Reagan in 1981 has such an event happened on American soil. In a murky blend of goodwill and image maintenance, the target’s allies and rivals were quick to

Richmond Police arrested 37-year-old Miguel Angel Villalobos for *allegedly sexually assaulting a minor. A number of additional victims may go on record, according to investigators. The predator *allegedly sourced his victims from the multiple Bay Area churches where he worked, including Queen of All Saints Church in Concord and Saint

The days leading up to Pride weekend were like the drawback of a tidal wave (Pridal wave?). In preparation, we cut two industrial-sized buckets of limes, around three days’ worth. We stacked boxes on boxes of beer and seltzer in the walk-in, evacuating our supplies to higher ground. By Thursday night, we were ready. A coworker and I earned the privilege of clocking out early.

I, a Tenderloin resident, believe drug abuse and homelessness persist here because they make certain folks at City Hall very rich.  It’s the last reasonable explanation I can think of, since logistic operations at San Francisco City Hall unfailingly exacerbate them. If the humanitarian crises at the heart of SF

#NSFW language ahead! My partner and I are nearing our eleventh anniversary. It impresses people across all sexualities to hear this. “Goals,” say my straight friends. “That’s an eternity for the Gays,” say other Gays. It works because he and I still like each other. We want to see each