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It’s hard out there to be queer, even in havens like San Francisco, Ann Arbor, Ft. Lauderdale (yes, Florida), or NYC, you’re always going to find anti-LGBTQ+ “humans” and sentiments. But don’t let that stop you from celebrating you and yours. Some of us understand and love that the first

Circle up cisgender folks. Oh, happy Pride month. Isn’t it fun? I can hear the unasked questions bouncing between your tonsils. Questions about my genitalia, or a hungry curiosity surrounding my they/them pronouns or the stubble under my admittedly sloppy makeup. Even in the age of TikTok and extensive YouTube tutorials, I can’t quite figure makeup out yet. We’re doing what we can with what we have, which is a shaky lip line and some blunt, 80s blush. 

In recent years, my enthusiasm for the Bay Area has dwindled due to numerous factors. From cost of living, car break-ins and shootings to a pervasive sense of negativity and chaos, it often feels like we’re constantly avoiding doom and gloom in our daily lives here. Thanks to one simple

When I first moved to the Bay Area, I landed in a San Francisco neighborhood that most don’t give the respect it deserves. That’d be the Bayview, where I called a little corner of Silver Avenue home for the first two months or so before moving to the Sunset —

Fleeing the unescapable Alcatraz has been part of the collective consciousness since the prison island’s inauguration in 1939, up until today. Conquering the temperamental, frigid waters separating shackles from sweet freedom have been the fodder for movies, books, video games, and songs. However, is planning your escape from Alcatraz impossible?

It’s never been a better time to stop being a tool while living in the San Francisco Bay Area. There are plenty of reasons to not be a tool. A few of the reasons include the sentiments of treating others how you would want to be treated, releasing the grudges

by Matt Barkin I spent most of the pandemic sick and rotting away in bed. It became my all-purpose piece of furniture. If you watched a sped up version of that time you’d see me there windmilling my arms around like a madman between my computer, phone, books, plates of