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Gay
Pinkyswear
Oh what a whirl! Since the last time we spoke, the stock market crashed, the world seemed to tumble towards its demise, and I tried my hardest not to get a nasty rash with no avail. After the craziness from Wall Street to Folsom Street, I could barely sit up to make it to my computer screen and send out this message to you! However, as you can tell, I somehow muddles through! More
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Gay
Room for Squares
Oh boy! It’s National Coming Out Week. Quick. Everybody, let’s all make like Clay Aiken and make a totally astonishing, never-in-a-million-years-would-anyone-have-guessed proclamation. Ready? On three. One. Two. Three. “Yes, I’m gay!” More
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Gay
Pinkyswear
It always seems to be the way in September. Just as we begin to think that summer is about to hang its ugly head, it comes back with a vengeance! Is it autumn trying to boast its glory, or simply that Mother Nature loves the attention from the gays? Either way, it seems, there is still plenty to celebrate in this changing of the seasons, and with the leather flag flying over Castro there is a true changing of the guard. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
This week, local stations started airing television spots that featured an elderly couple talking about their lesbian daughter and the way Proposition 8 is seeking to take away her right to marriage. Immediately after this spot aired on TV, a local newswoman, in a preview of the evening news coverage and speaking in reference to the new commercial, teased that the fight for marriage equality has finally gotten personal. I thought to myself, “What rock has she been sleeping under?” More
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Gay
Pinkyswear
It was a grey Tuesday morning as I sat in my bed, smoking a cigarette out the window and watching the entire American Market collapse on the morning news. From the Lehman Brothers to the AIG, everything was collapsing, and I was unnerved. Shootings in the Mission, dead bicyclists in the Richmond, and me in the midst of fighting with my partner left an unsettling wrench in my gut. I started wondering, am I the only one going through this? Then I thought back about the week and realized how not alone I was. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
A few weeks ago in this column I wrote a piece about the effect that our coming out has on our straight friends. More specifically, it discussed how our heterosexual friends had to readjust their thinking in a way not totally unlike how we had to reevaluate ourselves. This week, I’m going to examine the flipside of what happens when our friends refuse to accept the fact that we’re gay. More
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Gay
Pinkyswear
It was the hottest week of the year in San Francisco. It was in the high eighties to low nineties -- one day it was rumored to have broken one hundred degrees -- and the folks around town were showing it. When it’s a hot day in San Francisco, people always say that "this is the hottest day on record in history." If it is an unseasonable 70, it’s the hottest it’s ever been. These hot days are to be cherished, though admonished by some, fore the anomalies they are, and thankfully there was plenty of cause to celebrate. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
A few months ago, I was watching one of those “True Life” shows on MTV about the gay porn industry. On the program, producers followed around a young man who, clearly aware of his pulling potential, held no remorse about earning big bucks for a relatively easy job of posing and occasionally having sex with another young man onscreen. He did all of this, mind you, even though he claimed not to be gay. More
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Gay
Pinkywwear
In the midst of a heat wave, one would expect the normal spattering of short-short clad gays frolicking about shirtless. Yet, over the past week, as the temperatures skyrocketed to record highs, there was a lull in the streets. It seemed like we missed the memo, when in fact it was only the most flamboyant roustabouts that where missing. It turns out that a little color goes along way. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
As a decidedly gay man in undecidedly liberal times, I’ve been subjected to a lot of strange comments -- comments, which to less forgiving ears could easily have been interpreted as offensive, even insulting. To an Asian American, these comments can often take on a racial undertone. The bulk of these inquisitions (and I say inquisitions because most off-color comments come from a lack of understanding) are insignificant and serve only to satisfy curiosities. Every once in awhile, however, you get felled by a comment so leftfield that even you are left questioning its implications. More
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