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

As San Francisco’s gay holy week is coming into the final stretch, the city is holding its collective breath along with rest of the country as we wait for word from Washington. When whatever is handed down, be sure to tune in here, so we can fill you in on

Its mid-June, folks, which in San Francisco means we are heading into the home-run stretch of Pride month.  As Market street gets all polychromatic and workers frantically try to blast all the dried “character” away, all across town festivals, booze- busts, lecturers and shindigs are popping up like so many

I interview broke-ass bands on here every week. I mean real, local, this-might-be-the-only-thing-ever-written-about-them, broke-ass bands. And let’s be honest: most of them are only musicians because they’re not good at anything else. They might not even be good at music. My point is: This week I pulled off a major

Holy Week is upon us queers! In addition to the juggernaut of over-priced parties and cover charges that will greet thee at every turn, there are the occasional events that will provide you with more than a diabolical hangover and shredded wallet. Each year, the city’s own voice of the proletariat, the

Although insanely popular, I wouldn’t usually recommend local queen bee, Juanita More‘s Pride Party if you were looking to save a little cash during this week’s hijinx.  It’s fun and all but there’s an epic line sometimes and the Bambuddha Lounge ain’t exactly bargain basement when it comes to liquor.