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Gay
Life Goes On
Oh, what a strange and life-changing month it has been in the world of SF gays. So much has changed; so much has stayed the same. At least this time, its more than just the weather. August, as usual, is a frenzied time. It is the season of back to school shopping, burning man savings, and the final days of white shoes and linen. Since I hate linen, I am happy to see it almost over. But, as a lover of tans and trannies, I have much to mourn as autumn rolls around. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
We all know there’s no road map to coming out. As such, nor is there a real timeline. Not only does each one of us have a different coming out story, but we are all at different stages of coming out. Some of us are totally out and others only partially. Regardless of what status we fall under, one thing we all have in common is that initial first step. And as difficult as taking that step was for us, it’s hard to imagine how difficult that leap must’ve been for our friends. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
It’s happened to the best of us. One second, you’re talking to your friends about so and so doing this and that, and then within the next second so and so, while still doing the same thing, has inexplicably switched genders. Pronoun slips like this are normal and relatively harmless. A giggle and a quick apology later, and you’re on to the next topic. But things, especially things having to do with gender, aren’t always so simple in our community. More
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Gay
Pinkyswear
There was something in the air at the start of the weekend. It was Thursday, and things just didn’t seem right. The weather was turning around, but something felt looming. I needed to hit the road, and I wasn’t the only one. I was just in Guerneville, but the city fog and gloom sent me hightailing it back for an event amidst the pines and blooming dahlia’s that I had been looking forward to for weeks. I packed a bag and plopped down on the couch to watch the Olympic Opening Ceremonies, and avoided the hustle and bustle of Friday in the city to instead spend my time with the rest of the world. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
Generally speaking, your friends really do have good intentions. That’s why, when people tell me I need to go out more, I know that they only have my best interests in mind. I know they don’t mean to criticize my lifestyle and my choices. They just want me to loosen up and have fun. After all, nobody wants to be alone forever. Or so they tell me. But what if not all people want to “go out more?” What if some people really are just okay with going out “less?” What if not everyone equates quantity with quality? More
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Gay
Room for Squares
It’s said that you can tell a lot about a man just by the clothes he wears. For instance, a neatly pressed shirt and a nicely starched collar might indicate diligence and care. Conversely, a sloppy look might be an external signifier of some inner disorder over love and life. Simply put, the clothes make the man. But if the body over which these clothes are worn is the temple, then the feet must surely be the altar, and the shoe its god. More
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Gay
Pinkyswear
Another week has passed, with the July gloom that has plagued the city close at hand. While the skies where grey, the hearts of many seemed all fired up. The contrast was striking. All over town it seemed that folks where getting read to make a raucous, which is just how I like it! I shopped and shopped, looking tirelessly for weekend outfits, and even finding some fun looks. My love of cape sleeves overcame me as I sashayed my way toward the weekend. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
Gay Asian Males, do we really exist? This week, I set out to find the juncture between two vastly varying cultures. One, steeped in old world traditions and the other, more a product of free modern thinking. Ultimately, I expect I’ll find the GAM at the crossroad between East and West, but as I travel along that route, I hope to get a better understanding of why we’ve proven so elusive until now. More
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Gay
Pinkyswear
Oh, to quote Mark Twain. I would just dive into that ripe old rhyme of the master about San Francisco summers, but I hate to sound like everyone else in the world. It was a cloudy summer week, and I wasn’t at all surprised. In fact, it was kind of nice to be back at my regular pace, no longer exhausted by the pace of wine-soaked park days basking in the summer sun. I haven’t seen a grassy field for about a week, and I am making it, thanks in large part to the haunts I have lately forgotten. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
This past weekend, I took the opportunity afforded me by an open calendar to leave the hustle and bustle of the city, if only for a momentary respite from the month long gloom of our overcast summer. A few friends and I hitched up our wagon and headed to the relative quiet of the Saratoga Springs for my first experience with a type of camping that’s altogether different than to what we’re accustomed. More
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