Once a year, as the day’s light develops its golden October hue, Castro Street takes on a look akin of yesteryear, when bronzed boys hung out of listing Victorians and a sea of the Eureka Valley’s villagers grooved amongst the beer gardens and cotton candy booths below. True, the

Cross economic divides and magic can happen… I’m a cheapskate. So are most of my friends. But sometimes, conversations about how crazy it is that the price of the supermarket toilet roll has gone up 50c get boring. I don’t want to sell my soul to someone who’ll take me

It’s hard to say why, but when it comes to queer civic celebrations, Folsom probably is at the top in the cash spent department. Not really the fair per se, but some of the surrounding parties require a small loan just to get inside. Thankfully, there are a few new

The very lovely ladies at Sex+Design Magazine asked me to take part in the very first Red Light Lit: Erotic tales told by folks you wouldn’t kick out of bed. I’m honored and excited to read a few poems from the book of poetry I’ve been (very slowly) working on for

In the last few days, I’ve stumbled across at least five articles entitled “things all twenty-somethings should know”. And I’ve hated all of them. It’s not just that they’re patronizing, or saccharine, or written by someone who is sickeningly smug in the knowledge that one day we’ll all end up

So close, yet so far. I’ve been in Brooklyn for 5 days now, and I have yet to eat a normal meal. Unless you count pizza, and my very English mother would disown me if I did. It’s not just that I’m broke, or culinarily challenged. There’s also a rabbit

If this doesn’t convince you, then IDK. I’m fucking broke, man. I’m broke. And Groupon/Lifebooker/whatever discount website is trendy right now, is not REALLY an app or a website, it is an addiction. In the perpetual quest for Patrick Bateman-style physical perfection that is this Hollywood life, I find myself

Well, fellow urban co-habitants, we are in day three of having the place all to ourselves and what’s better is, since a good majority of us have nowhere to be tomorrow, we can annihilate this mellow Sunday like only a francisqueño can. The big fireball is shining bright onthe bayside