It’s a sin when success complains. That’s how I feel as a gay man who moved to San Francisco from what Californians affectionately call “flyover country.” It’s pretty damn great, living here. So what if everything closes at 2am (#4) and there aren’t any bathhouses to go to (#5). Compared

I made a new friend recently. He just moved here from New York. Having tried to visit the Eagle but finding it closed, he texted me one evening. “Does SF close down at like, 11pm? I’m used to NYC where we don’t even start going out until then.”  Oh honey.

The Huge Release Party for the Literary Magazine In case you haven’t heard, we just put out an incredible literary magazine called The Dreams I Dreamt: Letters to San Francisco thanks to a grant from the Civic Joy Fund. It’s a gift to San Francisco, where 19 of The City’s

Every restaurant has a cardboard box stashed away somewhere that serves as a lost and found department. Customers are notoriously forgetful when it comes to their belongings and leave things behind that makes you wonder how on earth they would ever forget that?

by Jonas Barnes Recently, I sat down with my friend and fellow comedian Amber Rollo to talk about her upcoming album recording, her week of headline performances at The Creek and The Cave, and what it’s like to be known for telling Harvey Weinstein to go fuck himself straight to

by Jonas Barnes This Wednesday, January 8th, there’s a new show hitting NYC. In the Big Apple, there’s no shortage of live entertainment choices on any given night, so you’ve got to be asking me… what’s so special about THIS show? What makes me want to write an article about

by Hannah Harkness Two years ago, my friend said to me “NYC is every Doomsday movie’s bitch-don’t worry about it.” This is because I told her, with conviction, that I wanted to move here before it sinks. While I love me a good disaster movie, I can’t put NYC sinking

by Hannah Harkness Yesterday morning on my Twitter feed, a post from user @jaynooch popped up on my feed with a familiar sight for any city with organized labor: a giant inflatable cartoon rat with festering scab wounds on its stomach.  Scabby the rat is outside of wework today so

by Hannah Harkness It’s that time of year again in NYC! The sunlight is dwindling, stores are starting their annual holiday display pissing contest, and freezing air is coming through wind tunnels between skyscrapers punishing us for ever believing fall would last more than 2 weeks! If you’re broke, this