The Black Cat Café, a queer sanctuary and cultural revolution in postwar San Francisco, was a bohemian salon, a civil rights battleground, and the stage on which one of America’s earliest drag queens dared to sing opera in a floor-length gown—in public.

The evolution of San Francisco is a curious one, an LSD-laced trip towards that ever-elusive thing named Progress. Innovation. Utopia.  Here are 10 writers on San Francisco over the decades, volunteering both gripe and glorification. Rudyard Kipling “San Francisco has only one drawback: ‘Tis hard to leave.” Tongo Eisen-Martin  all

It’s Springtime in San Francisco, which means it’s time to put your phone on silent for a while and step out into our fair city to sing, eat, and play with the wonderful people and programming on offer. Whether in the flesh or on a live stream, the journalists and

In the near future there will be a brand new museum in town called the San Francisco Cultural History Museum. Given the name, you can probably ascertain that it’s a museum dedicated the cultural history of San Francisco…Duh. While there’s no set date on when it will open its door,

Seeing the city through the colorful and chaotic lenses of famous dreamers like Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady, and Allen Ginsburg.

  Jack Kerouac looking pretty wasted This post was written by Tyler Thompson Where are all the Broke-Ass brethren — the brothers and sisters who make up the flock of fall-down, wipe-it-off, shit-eating grin youth, broke but clinging to happiness with a swagger and a shot glass? Does that sum

By reading this site, you likely are always looking for awesome ways to live your life, so you have a story that needs to be told. But maybe you never imagined writing a book, or never thought you could. Listen, if Snooki can “write” a book, so can you. It

Get your snapping fingers ready and your Jack Kerouac boners up (I know you have them): Author Bill Morgan is gonna take us across this great nation of ours as only the Beatniks saw it tonight at the San Francisco Public Library! I don’t understand the Allen Ginsberg phenomenon (read:

Some people are made for the club scene.  They enjoy the dressing up, taking shots at home, traveling with friends to an underground spot, and then dancing and sweating it out for the rest of the evening, letting go of all inhibitions while teasing and attracting other wild and sexy