with your old Smiths EPs and a tankard of Merlot in your cubby. But c'mon, at least you can walk home from your trick's house....

Pros: Be all you can be! Journey of discovery! There's a new opportunity around every corner. The hottest FTMs on the face of the planet. Boys aren't wearing so much product as in 2002. Being the envy of the gay world. Invisible lipstick lesbians. Trash drag. Crystal meth played out (pretty much). Domestic partnership laws (if only ...). Gay love is real (ask your serial monogamous friends). Hey, at least it's not Chelsea!

Cons: Too many to choose from. No need to grow up. Too many bottoms. Ever-present feeling you should get more tattoos — or is that trying too hard? Everyone wants to be your fag hag. Monogamous or "negotiated"? Holier-than-thou activists, hotter-than-thou street life. "What if I'm really straight?" Knowing everyone's as shy as you but not being able to do anything about it. (Marke B.)

OUR PLAYBOY MAYOR

What a difference a few screaming headlines make. Throw in a Scientology siren, underage cocktail gulpers, and a couple plowed society babes with fiercely straightened fright wigs and outta-hand cheekbones — and ya got yerself a mayor! All we need are some flesh-eating pigs and anesthesia-free surgery to dub this the return of the wild, wild, perhaps very wild, especially when tanked, west — a Deadwood of sorts, if that didn't imply a kind of flaccid fumbling.

Nonetheless, let's call it the latest in a grand tradition of San Francisco's romantic and sexual politico-explorers from days of yore — from Harvey Milk to Willie Brown — that we have Mayor Gavin Newsom finally unchained from his legal-eagle Victoria's Secret model missus and free to allegedly cruise Cow Hollow's finer drinking establishments after hours, as rumor has long had it. Oh, the list is long and ever growing: encompassing the CSI: Miami starlet and the city mag editor eager to vet her boy's cover pic alike. Now comes the real test of testosterone: whether Newsom can summon that ironclad Clintonesque charm to weather the latest scandal. My question for the Gavinator: what are you doing for Valentine's Day?

Pros: The ever-changing cast of hotties at parties and photo ops sure dresses up society pages. No more tacky Harper's Bazaar fashion spreads. Plenty of heavily gelled, aerodynamic-looking helmet hair. The notion of a Scientologist mayor clears rooms. We can now use that hallowed line, "Is that your Plump Jack — or are you just excited to see me?" Feeling privy to the secret life of frat boys. He's never boring.

Cons: Kennedy comparisons are starting to grate. Clinton comparisons are starting to chafe. And there's too much chafing in general. The ever-changing cast of hotties is starting to resemble a sale crowd riding the revolving door at Neiman. Paris Hilton?! And we won't be shocked to see Britney Spears stumbling out of a mayoral Four Seasons suite next. He's so predictably not boring that it's starting to get tiresome. (Kimberly Chun)

OLD HIPPIES

You see them everywhere but mainly on the Muni and at medical marijuana rallies. Some of them look saintly but a little crazed, as if they see a spaceship in your hair. Others resemble your sexy-yet-matronly high school French ...