If you’ve ever stumbled drunk down Polk Street, chances are you wandered into Bob’s Donuts on your way. How can you not? You can pick up the sweetness of vanilla and cinnamon from a block away. Is there a line out the door? Probably. Good thing you’re wasted. You have

A San Francisco Pride Experience Judging by looks alone, San Francisco was more than ready to party. An LED rainbow beamed up Market Street from a scissor-lift platform stationed in front of the Ferry Building. The leeward hillside below Sutro Tower bore an inverted, bright-fuschia triangle. It shone hot-pink at

Sometimes you just don’t want the party to end. You’ve been up all night dancing, drinking, drugging, doing the deed, and suddenly it’s 6am and you’re like, “Damn, I bet I’m in perfect condition to be out in public and in a drinking establishment.”

Queer? Angry? Something on your mind? Well you’re in the right town, right? Hmm, good question. Activism seems a little play nice these days. Rally! Just don’t irritate people. Um, maybe, but we still have tons of places to get wasted and trashy’. Well, that depends.  You, say,  can’t hang