Archbishop Desmond Tutu offered his sincerest thanks and gratitude on Tuesday night to the audience in Grace Cathedral as he closed a moving acceptance speech, upon receiving the OUTSPOKEN Award from the International Gay and Lesbian Human Rights Commission (ILGHRC).
SUPER EGO Positivity can we get some, please? Sure. Zing! Spring's come bounding from its musty, dusty closet like a newly out Floridian, little rainbow fanny pack ablaze, itchy pink nipple rings jingling. Poor green thing! Isn't it up to us to lead her, tripping and grinning, into the limelight fantastica? Aren't we already there? Change, unlike Aqua Net and Paco Rabanne, is in the air. The clubs, they've gone azalea-crazy, bursting with neon irises and tuneful fuchsia streaks. Cocktails mysteriously grow stronger in our hands. Read more »
Holy Spazmosis!. Jumpy young rockers Anavan drove up from Salt Lake City to play the queer (and friends!) punk monthly Trans Am at Club Eight for a rapturous beer-spurtin' crowd last Saturday. Read more »
Enough already, we get it. Go ahead, put the cap back on the Sharpie, and step away from the bus.
That's right, you, the graffitist/frustrated Giants fan who's been going around town doctoring the Giants advertisements on the back of Muni coaches- making the ad copy that initially read: "All Out. All Season," say instead: "All Outs. All Season."
Very funny. Ha, ha. ha. Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rum. Read more »
Call me crazy, but I'm a beer man. Liquor's okay too, but wine? Wine has got to go. I absolutely cannot stand the stuff. In fact, there's only one thing I hate more than wine and that's wine snobs. Now, this may sound funny coming from a man who serves expensive wine every night at a fancy boutique in North Beach, but come on! Get over it rich dudes. Wine is rotten grape juice and that's it. There are no hints of currant or raspberry in there. Read more »