In honor of Gay Pride Day this past Sunday, I’ve compiled a list of 10 awesome people who currently are or should be gay icons in the LGBT community, but for some reason are not revered at a Judy Garland or Streisand level.  Thus, I demand a recount to include

Steve Harvey, self-proclaimed “king” of comedy and non-doctor or professor, has been making the rounds in the media with his (apparently, NYT bestselling) book Act Like A Lady, Think Like a Man.  Wanna rip your face off yet?  I sure do! Essentially, (as though you couldn’t already tell from the

I’ve lived in San Diego, Redlands, Long Beach/LA, Florence (Firenze), and New York.  I’ve visited an array of North American, Mexican, and European cities.  One thing that remains constant no matter where I live or visit is the insane types of catcalls and pickup lines hurled at me.  It seems

This one comes directly from FuncheapSF.com.  While this is probably open to anyone who just wants a mani and a ‘tini (creeping Jesus!  Did I really just write “mani” and “tini”?), it’s especially targeted for those of you out there who are trying to preggers but can’t seem to do it.

“Sexting” is a retarded, sensationalist, armchair psychology/media-created buzzword made up to scare the kind of gullible and easily excitable, pearl-clutching middle aged parents who still think that “rainbow parties” were (or are) an actual thing that all the morally bankrupt kids these days participate in.  If you need an example,

Milk is fucking up this nation, or something, because I’m watching the national spelling bee and there is currently an enormous 13 year old 8th grader with Conan the Barbarian hair, hulking frame, and full crustache.  Then, like the champion he is certainly not considered to be at his elementary

At the risk of blowing all female participation in this interesting new venture, I feel I still need to admit that I signed up to be a guinea pig for GiveAndDate way back when it was still in development because a friend knows the people behind it. The idea, as

Until a few days ago I thought I was dwelling on the bottom floor of a dietary basement: rice burritos twice a day, occasionally with salsa and sour cream. Then, one dreary noon, I fell through the weak foundation into a secret cellar and found myself stooping over a ramen