about 35 people, most of them software engineers, many from household-name tech companies in Silicon Valley, sitting in a run-down union hall in the Tenderloin, talking about the evils of capitalism and organizing the workers from below to take on the bosses.

Get your tickets here! You know who loves french fries? Everybody! That’s why I’m teaming up with SoMa StrEat Food Park for French Fry Fest. This is the festival you’ve been waiting your whole life for. Stay up on all the updates on the FB invite! Get your tickets here! Basic

Remember Missed Connections? Craigslist’s personal section was not only used by lonely stranger danger booty calls but it was a popular site where you could reach out semi-anonymously to the “cute girl on the N-Judah” who was reading Eat Pray Love on your commute to the FiDi.

Buenos días Pride-landia!  Whether your just waking up or haven’t quite made it to bed yet, Pride Sunday is finally here.  The only question remaining is, What is one to wear?? If you plan on taking in the march/ parade or are participating, we would highly suggest comfortable shoes and

The minutes are passing like hours, but fear not queerdos, Pride Friday is here and the city is abuzz like a million hot pink cicadas. And in terms of millions, we could easily be looking at close to two in attendance this Sunday’s parade.  The parade has become iconic, resplendent

I didn’t grow up with religion so I’m easily impressed by inconvenient rituals, and exercises in deprivation that make me feel vaguely smug. I’ve always been susceptible to cults like political campaigns, yoga, (tantric sex), retreats & extreme diets. Anything to fill the void. I recently started the keto diet. For the

Guests now walk around on flower petals at the Asian Art Museum. Both inside and out, Megan Wilson’s bright summer of love infused flowers decorate the sidewalk, walls, and walkways, so whether you’re rushing to work at the Civic Center, or perusing the new Flower Power exhibit, passersby pause, if only for a second, and smile. That smile seems to be the universal effect of flowers on people no matter their destination.

Several years ago when I was what could only charitably be termed as a “baby” queer, I had gone to meet some friends for a drink at the carpeted mineshaft that was the former incarnation of the Midnight Sun on Pride Friday.  The Castro was already pulsating with hundreds of