Do you have plans for Sunday night? After a full day of spanking, whipping and getting all pervy on each other at Folsom Street Fair shoot on over the bridge…(YES, the bridge) and watch queer ladies dance and shimmy their lovely lady lumps at you at Oakland’s monthly drag/burlesque show

Folsom Street Fair was not always welcomed in SF with city-sponsored banners all over Market St. The Folsom Street Fair didn’t used to be called the Folsom Street Fair, it used to be an outlaw, anti-gentrification event and it was definitely not sanctioned by SF City Hall. The origins and

Here’s a rad last minute deal for all of you with a sweet tooth. Sweet Finale SF is happening tomorrow, Saturday 9/20. It’s basically a bacchanal of all you can eat dessert and all you can drink wine and beer. I’m getting delicious diabetes just thinking of it. And guess

It’s time again for the SF Bay Guardian’s Best of the Bay Contest.  I really like winning stuff, so I’d appreciate your help in getting me voted best something.  “Best Overall Website” would be awesome if you dig what me and Team Broke-Ass have been throwing down for you. Also wouldn’t that be amazing

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 the days before social media and online entertainment, people had a

NFL football is back and every Sunday is a now holy day of obligation to hit bars and watch games. Ten hours watching nonstop live football in a dark, cavernous sports bar is perhaps the finest possible way to spend a beautiful Bay Area autumn Sunday, but that bar tab

These flowers and fungi will set you back a mere $248 So I just returned from a two-week vacation in New York and Nashville, most of my time was spent imbibing gods’ sweet nectar and eating my weights worth of everything these two great cities had to offer. However, after

You’ve already heard about how Burning Man made it to the Black Rock Desert, but I left off when the Cacophony Zone Trippers had crossed the line into the zone. The only spectacle we brought with us was the Man in the Ryder truck. We, and the vicissitudes of nature, were the spectacle. So you might wonder how we spent the long weekend with only one major entertainment on the agenda and our universally compromised budgets.