Marke B.

Queer-Toons

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First off, what the frig’s up with Schwarzenegger’s hair? It’s like all day-glo puke-brown and shit. It looks like someone yodelled beef stew on his coif. Just sayin’.… Secondly, the Alternative Press Expo may have come and gone, but curator-cartoonist Justin Hall’s double whammy of gallery shows, featuring classic queer cartoonists at one and hot-hot Bay Area doodlers at the other, are still going strong -- and you should really check ‘em out. Read more »

Warm fuzzies

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superego@sfbg.com

SUPER EGO Fur suit! Is there anything better? The darling buds of May are peeping through, the beautiful ladies of the Bay are showing out their zirconia belly-bling, and clubby bears are waking up from long, wet winter naps with raging hankerings for fun (as opposed to raging hankerings for little girls in Appalachia). "Lhudely sing goddam!" the poets shout, "it's spring & all." And for once they're right, you know? I feel downright exuberant. Read more »

Hey Culturatti

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Welcome to the Guardian's new Pixel Vision blog -- our day-to-day guide to the Bay's best film, art. theatre, food, fashion, cultural, and goodness-knows-what-all happenings. If you're a bleeding heart liberal like us, you'll want to check back here often for the most organic, free range, fair trade, meatless news and views about our fair City's goings-ons. But hey, we can't tell you what to do -- we're not the government... yet. Read more »

Sweet squares

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SUPER EGO Hi, sexy. I'm a bored robot. I'm doin' the strobe-lit worm on linoleum irony. I'm freakin' worn poses in the mirror of YouTube. Klink klank klunk. Drink drank drunk.

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Faggots everywhere!

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So I was falling out at promoter Scott Brown’s fave queer monthly Faggot at the former Daddy's, now 440 Castro, last week (somebody slipped me a half-ate Payday bar, and I was using it to terrorize gaybots on their way to Bar on Castro down the street -- needless to say the nutty goo got stuck in an overwrought fauxhawk and sashayed doe-like away) when doorboy of the moment Jacob Laurent lassoed me into a mut Read more »

Vainglorious

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"You sound like such an old fogey when you go on about 'the club kids.' And how you do go on," hissed a perfectly middle-aged acquaintance sporting a ginormous fun-fur cap with big floppy ears sewn on. Oof. It was bad enough I was frittering my nightlife away at yet another no-host-bar art opening while half my friends were at the GayVN Awards (the "Oscars of gay porn") in LA, another bunch were rocking out at South by Southwest in Austin, and the rest were sunning their itchy waxes in Miami at the Winter Music Conference. But old fogey? What the heck's a fogey? Read more »

Mystic ore

Mystic ore
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Cruisin' for a bruisin'

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EVER SINCE THAT fateful day on the family farm when our stud calf Beauregard threw me from his back and rammed me several times against a large oak, giving me one heck of a concussion, I knew I was destined to become a leather queen. I was only 11 at the time, and the options were few for actual experience, but dammit -- if I couldn't have the sex, then at least I'd have the outfits. "And what are you?" my innocent neighbors would ask when they opened their doors at Halloween. "I'm Freddie Mercury!" I'd reply with a wiggle of my little homemade chaps (Hefty bags and duct tape) for emphasis. Read more »