San Francisco’s Forgotten Cemeteries, A Buried History by Beth Winegarner is the historical account of one city’s failure to their dead. As a kid growing up in San Francisco, I remember hearing various stories from my grandparents about the cemeteries and their demises. Bodies being moved from one end to

Damn it feels good to be a Californian. While states all over the country have passed a record number of anti-transgender laws this year, California is set to once again be the progressive leader in Unite States by celebrating Transgender History Month. At noon on Wednesday, September 6th, State Assemblymember

By Jerucifer, Arts & Events Editor If you like to laugh, or love to see art, this week is going to tickle you pink! We have another giveaway for an incredible new musical, so be sure to get your entry in NOW, it’s gonna be a great show. The 90s are

They say “variety is the spice of life,” but I’m pretty sure ambiguity is. There are no instructions on how to live or what’s truly right or wrong. We’re born and then we’re just dropped headfirst into this thing called life. No matter what part of the world your parents

San Francisco can be a heartbreaking place to be a business or a patron, but it’s not all doom and gloom; sometimes your favorite businesses come back to life, and in the case of the Stud, that is exactly what is happening.  During the Pandemic, the Stud lost its location

PHOTOS AND WORDS BY ANDY SAMWICK Soft openings for restaurants, bars, and clubs have always been exciting, the moment before a business’ grand entrance. They’re usually full of friends and family members of a new venture coming together to celebrate and look at the accomplishment in finally opening up the

PHOTOS AND WORDS BY ANDY SAMWICK Thanks to inflation, going on a date these days requires choosing a spot with a lovely ambiance and is consistently delicious but also doesn’t break the bank. Seems like the tallest of orders. But there are those spots in San Francisco, and I was

By David Coppin-Lanegen Throngs of people pounded their feet against the stone pavement, their long scarves and long hair dyed wailing, schizophrenic colors. As they danced, Robin Pecknold of Fleet Foxes crooned, his voice blue and blending with the pink-orange sky and colorful people of The Greek, in Berkeley. Formally