In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. In recent weeks, I had an interaction with City Hall

Ah, the hanky: Our community’s polychromatic tradition of flagging the way we like to fuck. Being a perv and a nerd, I’m obviously a fan, with it’s origins supposedly going back in the mists of time to square dances full of randy forty-niners and wayward sailors out for a hot

  Before he was Saint Morrissey (long before Mark Simpson) to the cholos y cholas of Southern California – I’m looking at you Stephanie Flores – Morrissey was the dreamy and lethargic lead singer of the Smiths; arguably the most important indie band in Britain during the ’80s. Morrissey’s theatrical crooning

Ever wanted to just drop everything and go? Ever wanted to run away and join the circus, live a life on the high seas, train hop, hitch hike, explore abandoned buildings and have the greatest adventure of all? Adventure, along with a problematic lack of patience, is what entices me

As Pride month starts picking up steam, it would seem that the city is learning a couple of things: One is that perhaps some are a little unfair when it comes to passing judgment on the merits of our bodacious sister to the south, Los Angeles, and the other is

Through sprawls of twisting novels, jolting poetry, and a touch of drugs, a clique of artists belonging to the late ‘50s crafted the Beat legacy. At the peak of their activity, general America viewed them as destructive, wicked, and super gay. Naturally, bookstores and classrooms now showcase their work around

‘Orange is the New Black’ has its season premiere this week, so people will care about women’s incarceration issues for, oh, the next 48 hours or so. How does the TV show depiction of female incarceration compare to the real-life experience of women inmates here in San Francisco at the

Bedbugs are what happens when horror movies come true.  It’s confirmation that, ‘yes, gross creatures who suck your blood at night do live in your walls.’ Despite the macabre, bedbugs are relatively simple to handle if you understand these key points: 1. Every one of those bastards has to die 2.