Folsom Street Fair
The Wildest Things Ever Seen at Folsom Street Fair
We asked our readers what was the wildest thing you’ve ever seen at Folsom Street Fair?…And this is what they came up with. Not impressed? Leave your own wildest observations in the comments!
Indian Summer is San Francisco’s High Holidays
This originally appeared in SF Sounds. Some brilliant bastard called this time of year “San Francisco’s High Holidays”. I wish I could remember who it was, but I did tell him I was gonna steal it, so at least I’m keeping my word. These couple months between Burning Man and
The Best Craigslist Missed Connections from the Folsom Street Fair
I don’t go to the Folsom Street Fair. It comes to me. Literally, I open my front door onto it. So, Sunday was a pretty fucking insane day. I saw men dressed as firemen blowing each other (there’s a joke about hoses there). I saw people dressed as horses dragging
Debauchery – Hot Queer Burlesque in the Nation’s Oldest Gay Bar
Do you have plans for Sunday night? After a full day of spanking, whipping and getting all pervy on each other at Folsom Street Fair shoot on over the bridge…(YES, the bridge) and watch queer ladies dance and shimmy their lovely lady lumps at you at Oakland’s monthly drag/burlesque show at the
Why San Francisco’s Indian Summer is Better Than Real Summer
San Francisco’s weather is something people like to talk about…ad nauseam. I find that places that have very little change in weather, and for the most part are fairly temperate, tend to be the places where people talk about weather the most. This fair city falls into this category
Come Hear Me Tell a Dirty Story at Bawdy Storytelling
If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’ve got a foul mouth and an even dirtier mind. I mean, I took a write up about a reading at the Knockout and turned it into this for fuck’s sake. I like twisted stories and completely uncouth jokes’the more demented, the better.
Bawdy Storytelling at The Blue Macaw
If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’ve got a foul mouth and an even dirtier mind. I mean, I took a write up about a reading at the Knockout and turned it into this for fuck’s sake. I like twisted stories and completely uncouth jokes…the more demented, the