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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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Gay
Pinkyswear
Sometimes the most anticipated weekends just don’t get off to the right start. Despite hazy Thursday plans and ideas, Friday night nevertheless left yours truly with the sensation that all my good intentions had been, for whatever reason, ineffective and ill-received. Weekends like these leave little room for options, when only the following things will most definitely occur: karaoke, work, sleep, or extensive cleaning. I am glad to report that I had the opportunity to cover nearly all these categories of normality, but regret to inform you that my house is still a mess! More
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Gay
Room for Squares
When I realized that I was gay, I also realized that there were many obstacles I’d have to face. Things like homophobia, coming out to friends and family, having to change your hairstyle every 6 months…all that regular run of the mill gay stuff that comes with the territory. I thought I had equipped myself well. I joined a Gay Straight Alliance, had a heart to heart with my sister, and found a relatively cheap hairstylist. One thing I hadn’t counted on, however, was the dating game. More
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Gay
Pinkyswear
At eight o’clock on a Saturday night I found myself dressed in a tuxedo sitting in my living room, wondering if my escort to the annual LGBT Center Gala was ever going to arrive. I guess the waiting game is what I should have expected after inviting a drag queen to be my date, but that wasn’t easing my stomach as I dreamed of the delicious appetizers and an open bar the invitation had promised. The moments ticked by, and like a crease in my Dior tuxedo pants I was starting to settle in, cozying up to my boyfriend on the couch and reliving the events of the previous nights. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
If there were ever a battle of the sexes, there’d be no better place for it than Showtime, home of the queer-centric dramas “The L Word” and “Queer as Folk". In fact, my friend and I have an ongoing argument. Actually, it’s less an argument than it is a continuous discussion about which series is the better one. She chooses to extol the virtues of “The L Word” while I prefer to enjoy the escapades of the crew on “Queer as Folk". More
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Gay
Pinkyswear
Easter has a special observance in the LGBT Community of San Francisco. Granted, bells ring across the city, children hunt for colored eggs and, for what its worth, the heteros down in the Marina feign creativity by having an Old-Timey Hat Parade. Yet, truth be told, for a group of people that have been denounced for their heretic values structure and downright ungodliness, San Francisco Gays sure do use the Zombification of the Christian Deity as the perfect excuse to get down and boogie-oogie-oogie! More
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Gay
Room for Squares
A lot of things in this city we take for granted. The weather for instance; it’s neither too hot nor too cold but relatively mild all year round. Or the bulk of cheap, good food for another. All of these things you don’t really appreciate until one day you find yourself walking around in a sudden downpour, stuck without an umbrella and wedged somewhere between a Dunkin’ Donuts and the East Coast version of Mr. Chan’s. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
There was a time in the nineties when gays were everywhere. They were at your best friend’s weddings, they were your college boyfriends-turned-best friends and they were the wives who divorced you for their lesbian lovers. Heck, they were even cutesy purple monsters with triangles on their heads who carried around little purses. I mean, gay was in, big time. And then, seemingly overnight, it became passé. More
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Gay
Room for Squares
On the issue of sleeping around, where do we stand (or lie, as the case may be) as a community? Do we think it’s right or do we think it’s wrong? Is sleeping with a lot of men symptomatic of youth? Or, do we, not being allowed to officially commit to one another, simply say to hell with commitment? I pose these questions not because I feel that they will ever be taking up space on any ballot but because their answers tell us something about ourselves that we’d rather not believe. More
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