Marke B.

You really need to go

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Fried chicken, hot boys, and DJ Derek B. Oh, and that Oscar thingie.

PS -- you MUST check out Juanita's New Pornographers vid

You like me!

The Oscars of gay porn come to town
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DON'T FORGET TO THANK THE MOST HIGH "The Oscars of gay porn are coming! The Oscars of gay porn are coming!" I whinnied to my roommate Baby Char-Char, my girlish hands gesticuutf8g wildly. "Don't you know what this means? Soon the streets will be absolutely crawling with porn stars!"

"So what else is new?" the lovely Char-Char humphed, settling back into his vegan chicken nuggets. Thus the rapturous ambivalence that greets the arrival of the GayVN Awards to San Francisco this Feb. 24. Read more »

The new woof

Welcome to Bear 2.0
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SUPER EGO "If you're snorting coke out of the hollow end of a Parliament filter, you just don't care anymore," quoth supervixen Beccalicious, standing outside Madrone Lounge, spattered by a light drizzle. But I did care — I do care. The night's a mosaic of throbbing subbacultchas, and there're far too many amateur jibber-jabberers hopped up on Bolivian marching powder out there already, waxing the floor with their tongues. Shut up and dance, say I. Read more »

A sad day

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Indeed, the boopsy one has passed. I've been hoping against hope that this is just another publicity stunt -- perhaps gone horribly wrong. Meanwhile, here's our makeshift tribute altar.

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Photo by Joe Pennant

Farewell, Anna Nicole Smith. May you bring TrimSpa to the angels.

Sex on wheels

The 2007 "At Your Service" bike messenger calendar
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FIXED-GEAR FIX Mr. July, bare chested, coyly toys with a Rubik's Cube, the waistband of his Champion boxer-briefs just visible above his brown leather belt with a "Philadelphia Freedom" buckle. Mr. November, sandwiched between two Muni cars, has his T-shirt pulled up to just above his nipples, revealing washboard abs and a plethora of tattoos. Mr. February gazes longingly over the Mission rooftops, one slippered foot swinging like a come-on over the edge.

What do they have in common besides month-based nomenclature? Read more »

Li'l Louie Bowl

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Who else freaked out when they saw international house god http://www.myspace.com/vegarecords "target="blank_">Lil Louie Vega of Masters at Work and his Elements of Life orchestra giving up the salsa music (his original score) with Cirque du Soleil for the goddammed SuperBowl pregame show? In a bear suit no less?

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Well, I didn't -- see it that is. Read more »

Les goofballs

Taking it all in at Bohemian Carnival
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SUPER EGO How many calories in a Quaalude? Who's the secretary of the interior? Read more »

Bye, bye Barbaro

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Oh laminitis-infected, fracture-healed, Kentucky-Derby winning obsession of a nation -- euthanized this weekend.

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Not a giraffe

Barbaro, we waited with baited breath for your recovery -- it could be argued that the footage of your leg snapping like a matchstick at last year's Preakness was the first official "YouTube moment" that capt Read more »

Transfer: Over?

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Well, flip-and-skip realtor Greg Bronstein's done it again -- but this time he's fucked with the wrong peeps. I got word on Sunday that he'd sold the Transfer -- out from under the noses of the staff. Nightlife mogul wannabe Bronstein and his horridly named organization, Flavors You Crave (gag), also owns Lime, Bar on Castro, Crave, Jet and probably a million other places as well -- and he's known for selling things at a moments notice. Sell those! Close those! Read more »

Hairdresser on Fire

Local locksmith Joe Hamer picks Golden Globes poufs
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GOLDEN CLIPPERS "I'm all about spreading my message," local mane maestro Joe Hamer gushes breathlessly over the phone from his car en route to his Petaluma flagship salon. "And my message is beautiful, shiny, healthy hair."

Hamer's just flown in from teasing celebs' tresses at the Golden Globe Awards, as part of the beauty team in Showtime's red carpet perk-up pit stop for volume-compromised VIPs — a freebie fluff tent for the rapidly flattening fab. "I know you want those names," he intones tantalizingly. Read more »