Guest post by Maria Konner I was a male lobbyist, and now I’m a woman.  What I’m actually saying is that being a male lobbyist drove me to becoming a woman. Let me explain. Not all lobbyists are men, but characteristics of successful lobbyists are inherently male, and it was

Wednesday began like so many have these past seven months, since inauguration day. I woke up late and dragging because I’d been battling an asthma and allergies flair up the past few days. Bleary eyed while I stumbled around my kitchen making coffee, I logged on to social media to see

Hooray! It’s Pride Month in San Francisco. The rainbow flags are flying proudly on Market Street, queer people are coming from all over the world to experience our friendly, little city and it seems like there might be fornicating gay unicorns around every corner. If you’re a straight person who wants

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

As the city flirts every so often with the mainstream and homogeny, that which makes us different becomes all the more dear- which requires some upkeep. Since 1979 the Lyon- Martin Clinic has been one of the most dependable caretakers for those whom mainstream medicine has deemed non-priorities. If you