What’s love on this day? It’s just another excuse to get drunk and have fun! Stimulate’s Annual Valentine’s Blood Massacre VI Wanna get a little hardcore this year? Stimulate offers a little something for the mind, the body, and the dance floor. Expect to catch bloody cupids, fallen angels and

We’ve all been there, dude. You’re happily single, watching True Detective from a stolen source of cable, pretending the chicken in your fridge is still ok to eat, Peter Panning your way through life on a meager salary, when, BAMM! The perfect person comes along, and you’re screwed (literally and

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

Because life’s more fun when you have to be creative AND wait to the last minute. Another corporate holiday is slowly upon us, ladies and gentlemen, and if you’d like to opt out of those prix-fixe meals and simply skip to the wine or champagne before sex (which, let’s be

So, it’s Valentine’s week (Yes, it’s an entire week now. Sorry.) and I don’t care if you’re fully ball-n-chained or single and swinging that thang all over the city, one thing V-day evokes in every last warm-blooded human being is the desire to get… some. You know what I’m talking

I was thinking today … what if your Valentines Day was a movie?
Perhaps you were asked to be the director of said movie. The producer wanted the movie to be a silent one, and all the scenes would be set to music. The location scout informed you that cameras would just follow the main character from the point they woke up … to the moment they went to bed…

I hate Valentine’s Day. Sure, I’m a hopeless romantic who usually spends every February 14th alone doing Jell-O shots in my chaise while eating bacon-fried bacon and masturbating to re-runs of Breaking Bad, but I retain the comfort of knowing Internet Girlfriend will never leave nor punch me in the face. The real reason

There’s nothing quite like a slew of glittery cardboard hearts, strategically plastered throughout the lifeless windows of New York City’s retail stores, prepping themselves for that one day in February. There isn’t another imitation holiday that can arrogantly compete, nothing else that simply screams out: commercialized holiday bastardizing the idea

If you’re anything like me, you feel a greater love for the city of San Francisco than any one person. A relationship with the city is an extremely fulfilling and content one at that. A close second love for me would be my admiration of food trucks. With the variety