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What a great week to be alive! After our long, uphill battle of the past eight years, the coronation of a new king seemed more surreal than anything. Tears flowed like water in a stream as the city rallied alongside the rest of the nation in support of the greatest symbol of hope Americans have had in this generation. It was an amazing spectacle, and it filled us all with a joy we haven’t collectively expressed in a long time. That joy came rushing out of us in a pulsating frenzy, and the scene that spread across San Francisco, though bittersweet, was palpable. More
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Seriously fags, it has taken nearly three days, countless phone calls, about thirty cigarettes and a bout of tears, and I have finally begun to make sense of the wild weekend past. In fact, sitting in a room with three good friends, we decided that together we had about 45 minutes to an hour of memories from the weekend collectively. Yes, folks, just like you, I was tossed like yesterday’s macaroon from Thursday to the last frantic moments of Juanita Moore’s pool party. The addition of my maintained buzz was only heightened by the thick, repugnant gays from the east. Whether they hailed from Dublin or Des Moines, they were definitely a force. More
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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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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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Room for Squares
A few years ago, I was watching “Queer As Folk” and Brian Kinney, in typical unforgiving candor, gave his opinion of straight people. He said, “There are only two kinds of straight people in the world: the ones who hate you to your face and the ones who hate you behind your back.” At the time, I thought that statement was too harsh and overly cynical, but something happened this last Pride weekend that almost made me change my mind. More
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Room for Squares
Not too long ago, a new comic book store opened up in the Castro. Little neighborhood bookstores like it are becoming increasingly rare, so it was nice to see, nestled among the tireless window displays of topless men with large packages, a haven for the comic book geek that suggests gay men are into more than just looking like superheroes. It’s not a relation that’s often thought about with more than derision, but comic books and gay men actually have a lot more in common than meets the eye. More
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This Delicate Thing He’s Made
Integrity and pop music don’t always go hand in hand (just ask Britney Spears when the last time was she wrote a song). In fact, it’s always been rare in the case of what the public largely likes to call manufactured pop singers, but there are certainly exceptions to the rule. Gladly, Darren Hayes is one of those singers who’d like to prove the critics wrong. More
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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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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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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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