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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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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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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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The thing about twins is that they try really hard to separate themselves. Take the Olsens, for instance. One is more flower power hobo and the other looks more well-to-do, plastic chic. Simply put, one could care less about appearance and the other couldn’t care more. So whether or not you’re a fan of either Olsen twin, you have to admit that there is a world of difference between the two. A difference, some would say, not unlike the distinction between Northern California and Southern California. More
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Usually around this time of year, people begin to compile their “Best of” lists. This week, I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon and compile a list of what I thought were some major gay events of the past year. These are the events that made our community; some were major and others not so much. All of them, however, were distinctly San Franciscan. More
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Not so long ago, an English bard asked the question: “What’s in a name?” For the star crossed lovers in his play, a name was everything; it single-handedly predetermined their fates and ultimately brought about their untimely deaths. But “Romeo and Juliet” is a 16th century play written for an Elizabethan audience. And while 400 years isn’t really a long time relatively speaking, it is ample time to remove us from the confines of taxonomy that existed around the time of the plays inception. Or at least it should be. More
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Age ain’t nothing but a number, or so the saying goes. But how many people actually agree with that line of thinking? Ask anybody on the street what comes to their minds when they spot an intergenerational couple and you might find that their responses veer far from what you would expect. After all, how many of us can claim not to be cynics when we look at an older gentleman with a much younger lover? More
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Oh me. Oh my! Maybe it’s just me, but lately I just can’t shake the feeling that things need to be tossed up around town. The last couple weeks have left me underwhelmed, that isn’t to say that nothing has taken place, but come on faggots, this is San Francisco! Let’s add some pepper, please. Remind me that my Zyrtec cloud is, in fact, just allergies. Spring is springing! Keep the good, the bad, and the gaudy strutting their shit. More
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A good bulk of this column’s past entries has centered on the topic of marriage equality. And without last week’s overturning of the ban on gay marriage, I’m not sure how much more anyone could actually have said on the topic. As it stands, however, things have changed. And change, although upsetting and begrudgingly welcomed in most cases, is in this instance a most well received and celebrated turn of events. More
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Elementary school sex ed used to tell us that there were three distinct categories of sexual identity: heterosexuality, homosexuality and bisexuality. I already knew about heterosexuality and I had an inkling about what homosexuality was thanks to playground banter, but the idea of bisexuality was completely foreign at the time and to this day, despite its prevalence, remains an enigma. More
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