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

Vibrant polychromatic greetings, queerly beloved BAS readership!! We now find ourselves on Pride Wednesday, and although there has been many a kick-off party and Frameline reel unspooled thus far, now things begin to ratchet toward the fever pitch that will be this weekend. We here at BAS, however, would like

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 folks over at the Coalition on Homelessness do really fantastic work. They are “working every day to expand access to housing in one of the richest cities in the country, protect the rights of the poorest people on our streets, and to address the root causes of homelessness and poverty.”

We’ve had a lot of these nights as of late, where warm days unfold into breezy, not-quite cold nights, the familiar summertime fog scattering to the burning plains in the east. My button-down is wet down my back and under my arms with the usual accompanying fragrance as I hustle

Yep, eighty-three years ago today, Harvey Bernard Milk was born in Woodmere, Long Island, New York.  Although he had a successful career on Wall Street, it wasn’t until he gave it all up to join the hippies and move out to San Francisco, that he found his true happiness and