If you are a San Francisco resident, you’re probably familiar with one of the city’s gems: The Bob Mizer Foundation, located on Larkin Street. Bob Mizer was a precursor of male erotica photography, starting to self-publish his work in 1951. Erotica, queer culture, DIY, and self-publishing are all part of

By Kelly O’Grady It was midnight and I was being patted down for weapons outside a nondescript warehouse in Hayward. I was about to enter the gritty underworld of the Bay Area Pog fight scene. Once inside I saw a circle drawn in chalk at the center of the floor

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 28 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 28 of the finest locally

So you want to go to BDSM parties in NYC? Understandable. They’re pretty rad. Here’s a run down of some of the city’s finest and what you can expect when you show your kinky ass up. Pangea Pangea is BYOB and doesn’t do that thing where cost is affixed to

Lost Horizon Night Market “You’re not gonna wanna miss this…” I was given a phone number, passcode, and a stern warning: “invite your friends, but only send personal invitations… do not post this on social media, no Twitter/Facebook, no email lists.” Enigmatic directions led to a nondescript parking lot. Inside, what looked remarkably similar to an unremarkable fleet

              Ryoko’s     If you like eating raw fish below street level, two options come to mind.  The first: Sushi Time, a tiny shoe box crammed into the corner of a small subterranean plaza in The Castro.  If that sounds like a recipe for

  Today is one of those days where you wake up and curse science for slacking on cloning technology.  Three choices for Grade A Shite.  There are actually infinitie choices for Grade A Shite on almost any night here, but to make my job easier I’ll only catalogue three.  I

I went to this awesome comedy night last week.  If this recap doesn’t stoke your fire you must be made out of diamonds, in which case I’ll pawn your ass.  I’d be there again tonight, but I’m learning how to bartend in Queens from a Spainard who worked in Ibiza