Ah, l’amour: the joy of two souls finding one another, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings, and sharing a Netflix account (that’s commitment, friends. That’s real life). If you are not in love at the moment, that’s ok! Just go read something else because your loneliness is killing my vibe.

Pride Weekend is an appointment party on the annual calendar, and inevitably some stroller-pushing breeders will want in on that action. I mean, who wouldn’t, it’s a lot of fun. It’s not that straight people are unwelcome; most Pride events are all about inclusion, plus they’ll be very happy to

We all have a list. A “Standards List” for people you date. The gauntlet of rules we hold against the person asking you for a first date. They won the “Sure…I’ll share a coffee/meal/blanket in the park with this person” prize. So what must they do now? What must happen in

Guest post by Jaisette Herrera I love balls. They come in all sizes and shapes….and all are used to score. Balls are celebrated across the world and none are so adored then the ones that get to play in the World Cup. I am a girl who loves sports, but I’m

Fuck a writer because he can make you hard or wet just by typing. Kiss him because he can turn a one night stand into a life defining poem. A weekend fling into a highly praised novella. A short love affair into a best selling book…

The first time I saw the movie Shrek was in London during the summer of 2001. Just after leaving the theater my buddy Nick and I were walking back to our hostel in a nearby park and happened upon a seven person, all male, gang bang. Yes, really. I won’t

Against the affidavits from my East Coast friends that I’d “love New York. It’s no bullshit, just like you. People in California get offended by you because they’re too sensitive…but you…you’d fit right in. Don’t you want to rekindle your Puerto Ricanness?” I have never been to New York. To

Shhh. Stop whining. Let’s all eat burritos on a beach, together. “Blah blah blah, TRAFFIC, blah blah blah SUPERFICIALITY! REALITY SHOW REJECTS!” is what I constantly hear from San Francisco citizens about my current residency in LA. “Yackity shmackity, ZILLIONAIRE TECH ASSHOLES! PRICE OF RENT!” is what I hear about