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

Ah, the hanky: Our community’s polychromatic tradition of flagging the way we like to fuck. Being a perv and a nerd, I’m obviously a fan, with it’s origins supposedly going back in the mists of time to square dances full of randy forty-niners and wayward sailors out for a hot

San Francisco has been getting a nasty rep for losing its edge for a while now, and with only 49 some square miles of land to occupy it’s not hard to see how things can get a little homogenous with the right variables at play. Of these, one be the urban property

One thing the current owners wanted to retain when they took over the Lone Star Saloon a year ago was the blue collar charm and clientele. Although blue collar is an increasingly rare species in these parts, menu-wise the bar seems to be doing it’s best to keep it’s watering

Did you go to the I Live Here SF retrospective the other week like I told you to?  Well you should have, but if you didn’t you can still see all the great art when you got to the Muni Diaries Happy Hour tomorrow. This sounds like a pretty rad

While the French are just now begrudgingly admitting that California puts out some badass wine, we here in the Bay Area have known this for years.  In fact it’s probably harder to get bad wine in San Francisco than it is to get good wine…not that I can really tell

Photo by Julie Michelle Awhile back I took part in Julie Michelle’s I Live Here SF project.  I’m hoping you just clicked on that link in the last sentence, but if you didn’t I’ll explain.  With I Live Here SF, Julie follows around various San Franciscans and photographs them.  She