As a Jew, a loud obnoxious one at that, I’m also repeatedly flabbergasted that other Jews are Republicans. I’m not talking about the people who believe in small government and lower taxes – while I don’t agree with them, we can have a dialogue about our ideological differences. It’s the entire rest of the party that is so vile.

A nearly 450 person strong Jewish BDSM, kink, poly/non-monogamy and sex-positive group organizes in San Francisco

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

  “Vodka & Limelight” is a coming of age, fictitious memoir comprised of short stories that offer an inside look at the glamorous—and often unglamorous—Castro night scene. Beyond the entertaining stories lie a poignant look at life told from Yuri’s perspective.  See how bartending gave Yuri a voice and drove

There will be Strip Dreidel.  Yup you read that right…well there should be. I don’t recall if it worked out last year, but I’m really gonna push for it this year. Heeb or not, you are cordially invited to spend Christmas in the company of the “chosen” people…chosen to be

There will be Strip Dreidel.  Yup you read that right…well there should be. It didn’t work out last year, but I’m really gonna push for it this year. Heeb or not, you are cordially invited to spend Christmas in the company of the “chosen” people…chosen to be alienated and bored

In the past few years I’ve been giving people in my family DVDs as gifts.  Whether it be a season of The Wire for Hanukah or a copy of The Goonies for a birthday, DVDs have seemed to be a pretty solid bet (especially since I’m not crafty enough to

A Jew after my own heart, Linda Ellia has made an art of defacing relics of Nazism.  In 2005 Ellia came across a French translation of Hitler’s infamous memoir Mein Kampf (which means ‘œOur Struggle’ in English).  Holding the thick manifesto in her hands, she felt an immediate visceral response

I don’t like Christmas.  There, I said it.  To some, that may be the disdainful equivalent of hating puppies or ice cream, but the thing is, I wasn’t one of those Jewish kids raised to simply refrain from the celebration, I was raised to be suspicious of it.  While some