When I heard of the shooting in Orlando my stomach sank. Once again so many innocent people had been the victims of gun violence and a hate crime. Later as I began to process the staggering number of victims, I knew that among the gay men tragically lost, there would likely

I’ve been staring at this screen trying to figure out the proper configuration of adjectives to show you about how I feel about the hellishly light sentence that Persky (I refuse to use his honorific title of “Judge”) meted out to Brock Turner for sexually assaulting a woman. I am

Oh gin. What a beautiful boozy thing you are. Unfortunately, most people fuck their gin cocktails up and never truly understand the taste of the stuff. One of my favourite places in the world is this little gin join in Bath, England, The Canary Gin Bar. Simple name, biggest mother f’ing

Apple’s big, fancy WWDC conference is next week, and you’re not going. But you can go the afterparties, even if you’re not registered for this $1,600-a-pop developer conference June 13-17 in San Francisco. Several startups are busting out other people’s money to throw their various branded afterparties and soirees, so

Why, I wondered, would someone as cool as Termeh throw her goodbye party at The Barbary Coast in North Beach?

Then I got to the entrance and it sucked me in again, dammit. It gets me every time.

If you are like me, you may have heard a myriad of half ass explanations and stories of what kava is: sober people dig it, indigenous people of xxx used it for spiritual shit your white ass doesn’t understand, so on and so forth.

So there’s this thing called soccer, right? And the rest of the world calls it football or futball or whatever, and is batshit crazy in love with it. And as Americans we’re all, “Yeah soccer is cool. I played it as a kid until I discovered pot when I was 14, and now

OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY BENDER’S BECAUSE THEY ARE BADASS. DROP BY AND MAKE SOME BAD DECISIONS WITH SOME GOOD PEOPLE!   This originally appeared in my Weeknighter column for 7×7 I used to joke that Aunt Charlie’s Lounge was where old drag queens went to die. To be fair, I didn’t know much about