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Thumbing through the Pride pages of my advanced copy of the SF Guardian, I came upon a delightful site. With my dear acquaintance Jason Kendig working his sexy looks on the cover, I came to find that a bevy of my besties had made the list for hot, pink, queer city most eligible faggots or whatever they were called. I was overjoyed, and it made me really think about how proud I am to have Pride! Not only do I get to be a beacon for the gay sentinels here in San Francisco, but I get to see them appreciated, acknowledged, and continually maintain the legacy of this community year after year! 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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Okay, San Francisco, so I have to say it. What the fuck is wrong with this town these days! I mean, it’s not like there is anyplace else on earth that could possibly be any better, but still! Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe it’s the smoky air, and perhaps it is even a continued backlash against the rest of the country in celebrating the Fourth of July, but for some reason the past week has been rough stuff all over town. Maybe I should elaborate. More
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In the San Francisco gay community, we take our events quite seriously. Why, even this past weekend, while partially marred by the events that transpired over Gay Pride and July Fourth, was more or less replete with some riveting good times. I love the summer for that reason, how even though everyone is getting ragged they just seem to sleep it off in the sun before moving on to the next party. You can always catch up on the summer scene at Dolores Park! If you know the right people that is. More
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Oh, to quote Mark Twain. I would just dive into that ripe old rhyme of the master about San Francisco summers, but I hate to sound like everyone else in the world. It was a cloudy summer week, and I wasn’t at all surprised. In fact, it was kind of nice to be back at my regular pace, no longer exhausted by the pace of wine-soaked park days basking in the summer sun. I haven’t seen a grassy field for about a week, and I am making it, thanks in large part to the haunts I have lately forgotten. More
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Gay
Say My Name
Hey there! I don't know if you recognize me, but I have had my eye on you. Did I serve you drinks at Daddy's, or maybe a coffee at the Bearbucks? Oh, that's right, I saw you on the MUNI. No wait, you were the one tanning on the manshelf at Dolores Park. Like a sentinel, I set my sights on you and all the filthy little secrets you are trying so desperately to hide. The time you went to the bar with Stephen but left with Mark, I was watching. Whether behind my Ray-Bans or from the dark corners of the bars I am always there, and I’ve got my sights set on you. More
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Pinky Swear
The weather may be wet, but don’t you fags fret! It is high time for you to hit Marc by Marc Jacobs and get those fancy rain boots that everyone has been wearing lately, cause girl, you have some places to go! I have been sniffing out some pretty hot shit around town these nasty winter days. If Raisin Bran had this many scoops, Kellogg would be bankrupt by now! More
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Happy VD fags, sponsored once again by Magnet. It’s been hectic since last we spoke. As every year, when the trees start to flower the tides tend to shift. That fugacious burst of spring, sated with fresh flowers and chilled sunrays, was bound to be washed out by the last harsh storms of San Francisco winter. But while we basqued, shit was hitting fans. All over the city, the frenzy of activity combined with overwhelming desires to get out and about made for some straight-up crazy fags. 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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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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