Yesterday afternoon, friendly blogneighbor Cedric wrote in to point out a glaring slight: on Out Magazine's list of 50 important gays, there seem to be zero San Franciscans. What! Zero! Of all the nerve! (At least, we it's zero ... after the twenties, we're a little foggy on some of those names. Like, Ingrid Sischy? Who?) But how dare they! Of all the oversights! How could they possibly have overlooked such local gay luminaries as ... er ... um ... hmm. more ›

Did you know there are craptards out there willing to lay down hundreds dollars for a ? Apparantly it's true. We just got an invitation to "an evening of watches and Patrón margaritas" -- good Lord, is there any bigger waste of a tequila-buzz than standing around looking at wristpieces all night? more ›

What happens to weird frantic kids with ADD when they grow up? If they're lucky enough to become frisky homos, they get themselves a zine: Based in SF, NYC, and Montréal, Scum Bag Fag Mag is an attention-deficit-disordered collage of ephemera, errata, and plenty of dicks. Each issue has a theme, but continuity is minimal; the hasty-looking assemblage of clip art, stickers, snapshots, and hand-scrawled notes would be utterly non sequitur, if there was ever a sequitur in the first place. more ›