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Pinkyswear
In a matter of speaking, keeping a social profile of quality is simply a manner of keeping up appearances. One must hit the right clubs, the right events, and steer clear of the fodder and riff raff. If one is at the wrong place at that right time, they will forever be burdened with the title of creep, chaser, or wannabe. Now, if someone would have only told a certain little miss more! More
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Gay
Room for Squares
How much of being gay in the workplace is your business, and how much of it is your employer’s? The answer to that is a highly a personal decision. But whether by our hands or not, those of us who work in the corporate world will sooner or later become office chatter. In this day and age, most of us are protected from unlawful discrimination by Fair Employment laws. However, even those laws can’t save us from the often guillotine like machinations of office politics. More
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Gay
Pinkyswear
One of my favorite things about living in a city is that feeling that you never can tell what's going to happen next. In New York, you may run into supermodels and famous actors. This never tends to be the case in San Francisco. After all, San Francisco billionaires are more likely to be low key. More often than not though, the folks you run into out and about our crazy little wonderland are twice as fascinating as those Yorkers, and I think that L.A. goes without comparison; L.A. isn’t a city, it’s an experiment. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
A curve ball is something you don’t see coming. You could be happily walking along when out of nowhere a fast one comes and hits you upside the head. It makes you see things from another perspective. The paragraphs that follow are just my way of trying to make sense of something that, up until recently, had always been out of the question. More
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Gay
Pinkyswear
So, I know that my loyal readers are constantly looking forward to the musings of my weekly events and the comings and goings of San Francisco’s eccentric gay community. This week, however, there is bigger news brewing than Hillary’s Pennsylvania victory, (will this ever end!) or Ronaldo’s tranny drug scandal. This week, the most amazing, spectacular, life changing event happened in the history of my column: "Gossip Girl" officially claimed its place as the filthiest, most scandalous, most fabulous, most ama(h)zing and just the fucking best show in the gay television empire. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
Recently, I asked myself: “What better place could there be to take advantage of this nice weather we’re having than Dolores Park?” So I packed my picnic basket and blanket and headed on out for what I thought would’ve been a pleasant spring afternoon in the park. I didn’t expect to end up feeling like I needed to take a post coital shower. More
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Gay
Pinkyswear
I hate to break it to you reader(s), but I am afraid that the rain has officially pounded shut my blossoming spring confidence. I opted last week to leave out my solicitous squandering and celebrate the newborn season instead, waxing and waning about the return of the home I so adore. Well, the bubble was shattered by gale force thrusts of frigid air keeping me from any sort of happiness. My eyes have been squinting so long in the rain that my stare is more shrew than ever. I have been around and I have been bitchy, and I have seen some shit you won’t believe. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
The funny thing about every story is that there’s always a beginning, middle and an end. For the past two weeks in this column, I’ve been trying to tell the story of the gay dating game, albeit from a somewhat jaded and detached vantage point. The way I see it, we spend our lives on some everlasting quest to find and rope Prince Charming. Therein lay the storybook beginning and middle, but what about the end More
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Gay
Pinkswear
After a flurried afternoon of fabric shopping, I retreated toward the Castro in desperate need of two things: my drafty apartment and a safety pin! It was a scorcher, I was nothing short of overjoyed that the evening I had been looking forward to for days was finally upon me. I stripped off the peach fishnet tank that had so dutifully served its days purpose, and fashioned a yard of slate blue chiffon in preparation for the night’s festivities. The Hercules and Love Affair Party had finally arrived, and my toga was devoid of flaw! More
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Gay
Room for Squares
One of the major misconceptions people have about dating is that meeting someone is the most difficult part. Think about it. Most romantic comedies sort of end right when two people meet and get together, as if that were the only part of the story worth telling. They skip over all the relationship building stuff that happens after the honeymoon phase. But if you’re lucky enough to have made it past that, then you’re at the real meaty bits that make the dating game so much more difficult than a few late night quickies. Yes, you’ve reached level two. More
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