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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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