By Eddie Jen The last time I competed in a drag pageant, it was in the nineteen hundreds. The very late nineteen hundreds. And on my third try, I won the tiara. Afterward, one of the contestants stabbed me in the shoulder. OK, she pricked me. But it was intentional. That’s the

  Well queers, we are already mid-week of this year’s rainbow tour and about knee deep in plenty of gay-ass shit to do. If you are, by chance looking for something to do on the way to the Milk Club and 48 Hills joint happy hour (because you would never

As a general rule, sidewalk sales in the Castro aren’t always the most profitable affairs. When Sui Generis holds one though, you can probably safely bet that you’ll be going home with something hot that’ll last more than one night and comes with neither a rash nor abandonment issues. But

In addition to featuring the lovely Rean Taylor as our Broke-Ass of the Week we have a double-bill of some other broke-asses just in time for Frameline 36.