No, it’s not just cuffing season, or a quickly diminishing timeline to Valentine’s Day, This is actually the busiest week of the year for online dating. So plan ahead where you’ll take your new sweetheart or whoever you find that still has hair in the “right” places and knows how to type.

Last year was a hectic one, recovering from gender confirmation surgery (while writing a show about it), running a theatre company, getting on the scene as a trans actress… So much of my energy was spent working on and talking about becoming a woman in the world that I spent

“Come on Stuart. Titties and fried chicken. How can you, of all people, say no?”

They were cajoling me via Twitter. There’s probably some hip slang for that, twijoling maybe, but I don’t know what it is. Regardless, Mik, Ed, Dottie, and Cait were really giving it to me. And of course I caved.

Jes Voight and Kassandra Z want you to make out. They also like making things. That’s why they’ve gone around San Francisco and decked the out famous locations with 3D mistletoe, calling the project #urbanmistletoe. When I asked Jess about why they were doing it she said “This is street art intended to spread

As we’ve often surmised before, a quick glance at San Francisco on any given day is essentially an inventory of things we’ve lost.  Sure, the legacy business closures and demolitions are reams long, but even longer and more crushing is the list of citizens expunged by either economic or even lethal force.

Our Love Affair with Happiness Happiness. Everyone wants it, but do we know how to get it? We’re told to be positive, to change our mindset, to focus on ourselves and our inner dialogue, our reactions, our breath – to help ourselves in the pursuit of happiness. But what if how we’re

  My last day in the DF and, like so many mornings in this town, my eyes open to a criminal hangover. This cruda is beyond, and, suddenly, the cantina hopping and hanging in Toms Leather Bar until 4 am seem less legitimate without the strength of Ron Bacardi’s fortified

On a humid night in NYC, all the young, beautiful Brooklyn children who had grown bored with playing indoor bocce or taking pensive fireplace selfies wandered down to a dimly lit basement bar. With a cold drink in every hand and a hot butt in every folding chair, they waited