1. Messy queens. You know who you are. Ten bucks says you’re reading this hungover. Messy queens are not specific to any gender. It’s anyone who doesn’t know when to stop drinking, smoking, sniffing, twirling. Avoid acting wild and winding up on a stranger’s Instagram story. Look after your friends

San Francisco is objectively beautiful. In San Francisco, you can still get lost in the woods. Mount Sutro cloaks you in eucalyptus groves until you reach the summit crowned with its eponymous Tower. Glen Canyon slices the hills south of Twin Peaks, the creek that cut it still running its

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

The last remaining LGBTQ+ bar in the Tenderloin is not going anywhere. We reported last week that Aunt Charlie’s Lounge, the 33-year-old nightclub that we think is the best drag queen dive bar in the world, was in serious danger of closing on August 1 if they could not get

It could be curtains for the last remaining LGBTQ+ bar in the Tenderloin, and it will be without community support. Aunt Charlie’s Lounge at Turk and Taylor Streets prides itself as being the “last queen standing” in what used the be the gayborhood of the Tenderloin, but a June 1

Over the weekend many in the SF Queer community posted the sad news: The Gangway had suddenly closed down. The fact that The Gangway was on the chopping block was common knowledge, there had been overtures from folks interested in buying the place since 2016, but up until now, nothing had seemed to materialize. Then on Sunday morning a number of posts popped up on Facebook with folks lamenting the abrupt closure of the 107 year old Queer bar.

When I heard of the shooting in Orlando my stomach sank. Once again so many innocent people had been the victims of gun violence and a hate crime. Later as I began to process the staggering number of victims, I knew that among the gay men tragically lost, there would likely

Some of you hate Fleet Week with a passion. But others of you will passionately seek out “the D” at Fleet Week SF (Oct. 3-10 in 2016), our annual celebration of loud planes, terrified housepets and attractive, buff sailors who claim to be unmarried. This article is for those of

Shortly after graduating college, I found myself in an “identity crisis.”  I realized that I had spent the last four years of my life writing analytical essays about “thingness” or whatever other words I could add -ness to the end of, and over-using the word “utterly” to make myself sound