Another Pride has come and gone in a year that felt little of celebration.  The fight continues, however, and visibility is the strongest message one can send.  And if there are folk  that knows how to show off the fight with fabulousness and ferocity, they are the babes of the

Several years ago when I was what could only charitably be termed as a “baby” queer, I had gone to meet some friends for a drink at the carpeted mineshaft that was the former incarnation of the Midnight Sun on Pride Friday.  The Castro was already pulsating with hundreds of

Usually I ask a bunch of broke-ass musicians to give you advice on how to become a musician. Stupid. The blind leading the blind. (I just mistyped blind as “bling.” If only it were the bling leading the bling). Today I talk to someone who actually made good on his

Okay, so when it comes to getting toasty, you could hardly do worse than making a pit stop at the Lexington Club.  The Lex has a fondness for making a drop-in worth your while by offering booze in varieties of heavy-handed and cheap, or perhaps hard and fast? They have

Okaaaay.  So, technically this happens every Friday (!), but it seems like a lovely stocking stuffer to share with our dear readers who are already on the late shift of their Noel pub crawls or for those who are desperately fleeing their respective gatherings and need a drip set up