When I moved into my first apartment after living in campus housing for three years, I was all about making my new digs look as snazzy and non-dormy as possible. Aside from upgrading from my tried and true “taped up poster and Christmas lights” motif, I had a hard time

It’s a lazy Saturday morning and I’m pretty deep into a Law and Order marathon right now.  This means that Imma do a little cuttin’ and pastin’.  Here is all the info for you from Fabric8: It’s been 4 years in the Mission and 14 years in business(!), so let’s

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 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

This is a message to all those who love magic, happiness, and fun. While many may argue that Disney is a sexist, brainwashing, racist corporation that only cares about sucking cash from the masses, I argue that those people, while a little correct about the sexism/racism thing, can go suck

When I got married, my husband and I celebrated our union with a honeymoon trip to Italy. I made sure our voyage included many clichéd romantic moments’candlelight dinners, wine tours and er’um’an audience with the Pope.   In an effort to relive those magical moments, my husband and I happened upon

Have you always thought of yourself as a poet but never told your friends because you thought they’d call you a pussy?  I hope not, because that would be pretty tragic.  But whether you fall into the category or not, I’m here to tell you that you could actually get

I’ve got your Saturday riiiiiiight here: You wanna relax?  You wanna commune with your inner self?  You want to stretch muscle fiber, sinew and the fabric of your mind by participating in that most ancient of mind-body arts underneath the shadow of a dessicated whale carcass?  Well, look no further

I’ve probably had more bowls of cereal in my life than any other meal. (If you consider it a meal, even.) But this isn’t because my mom didn’t love me enough to get me toaster strudel when I was a kid. Actually, I think I really tipped the scale around

As a full blown queer living in San Francisco, a shocking number of my straight friends have confided in me that they’ve had homosexually charged erotic fantasies. From what I’ve observed, it appears as though everyone has had at least one secret experience that made them feel a  little faggy,