I live on the top floor of a building constructed in 1914. To put that in context, Russia still had a Tsar when my building went up. Because it’s old and wooden, it shakes and sways. When a big truck goes by I can often feel the rumble. When they were drilling for some new construction across the way, I could feel that too. And when one of my roommates is having sex, I can most definitely feel it.

The Spike (Begin at the beginning of the story here) A titch later we’re drying off by a burn barrel, pretty high up on the cliff face, and the Seertlekimmie is telling me about the harvests. The rays and octopus are coming in more and more, but landin’ a whale’s

If you’re in the business of sex work, it can be difficult to be totally frank with your doctor.Take the case of the dominatrix with neck and shoulder pain from repetitive stress using paddles and whips. Her doctors told her to stop whatever was causing the pain.

12 San Francisco streets were renamed for famous artists and authors who had once made San Francisco their home.

What did you do Saturday night? I spent mine at church. With a tall bearded Australian who sang sweet melodies that filled the highest rafters and played heavy bass that shook every pew. I’m talking about RY X, the critically acclaimed singer/guitarist/synth player who’s style of music I would describe

Broke-Ass readers living in the S.F. Bay Area who want longer immersion in the world of film outside the Hollywood sphere are in luck next week.  April sees the return of the annual SFFILM Festival. Formerly known as the San Francisco International Film Festival, this two week event enters its

If Michael Benjamin Lerner has given us nothing more than an opportunity to nudge the word “effluxion” into the common vernacular, it is still a crowning cultural achievement. To truly appreciate this minor linguistic marvel, you need to say the word out loud—do this right now, wherever you are; it’s