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We know you're thankful for stuff (like, say, all of the fine content found right here on SFist -- or for baby Jesus' blessed kisses, the gift of life, blah, blah). But what, pray tell, about about some of your favorite SFisters? For what are they getting down on their and giving thanks this year? We asked for a signifying photo from each with some Answering our call. In no particular order, here's what we have so far:

Plenty of interesting stuff happened in San Francisco last week, and our readers, as always, added funny, insightful, and interesting angles to the stuff we wrote about. Our fabulous five for last week -- the first week with a new guy in the top spot! -- follows.

Hey folks, we're back again with our favorites amongst the comments and opinions you, the readership, made about SFist's stories that ran the week of July 1. Despite the weird holiday schedule, there was plenty of excellent conversation.

The "!" is because we've been out of town and we're so, so excited to be back. So, it looks like folks are settling nicely into the new comments system. While we appreciate those of you making "guest" comments as well, we especially appreciate those of you that are taking the time to register. The Top 5 for last week were:

Folks, we gotta be straight with you -- this probably should have been the "Top 5 Douches of the Week," because there were a hell of a lot more memorably nasty comments than good ones. Even so, there were some gems this week, some high-level discussion where people brought the insight, the knowledge, or the funny--for everyone's betterment.

Hi, folks -- welcome to the latest edition of the Top 5. As SFist is community driven, we enjoy picking out some of the best comments that you folks contributed -- the ones that raised the discussion level, taught us something we didn't know, or made us laugh. This week, commentary on Ed Jew, Western Addition Shootings, the budget, and more made the Top 5.

Hey, if you haven't looked lately, get a load of "our" new job board! (It's actually maintained for us by JobThread.com -- thanks JobThread!) We've recently merged the board with Valleywag, a website about, uh, dog ownership or something. Valleywag's readers match closely with SFist's, in that they live in roughly similar Dominant Marketing Areas; so we're glad to hook our wagon to theirs.

Come, let us gaze boldly into the amazing future together, where events such as these will affect you ... in the future.

Oh you lucky devil. You've always wanted -- -- to subscribe to a feed of SFist's weekly popular posts, and now, by God, you can. Gothamist's awesome tech cabal has hooked us up with RSS feeds the week's most popular stories and also the month's most popular stories. Pitch 'em into your favorite feed reader and then sigh in post-coital bliss.

Just LOOK at how happy those lesbians outside City Hall are! (Despite the one on the right having what looks like a dislocated elbow.) They're celebrating SFist's brand new super fantastic orgasmotronic commenting technology! Yes, friends, thanks to a team of magical elves, you can now comment of the posts faster than ever. Each post now has an expandotron-powered commenting form built right into it -- no more clicking "comments" and then waiting for the individual-entry page to load! Now you can comment from the safety and comfort of SFist's front page! Whoo!

We were excited last week to see a big sexy pair of boobies on the cover of the SF Weekly -- and we were tingly all over to see that they were inviting us in to read about the San Francisco debut of New York's flagship grrrl-powered sexy party, Cake. But then we got really confused, as all the words like "objectify" and "male gaze" made us dizzy -- until we decided to make a drinking game out of it, of course.

While the rest of us will most likely weeping into our Jell-O shots at the Mint while wailing "Fighter" into the Karaoke machine this weekend in preparation for another Valentine's Day spent lining the catbox with our exes' silk boxers, there's no reason you shouldn't be having more fun than we are.

We're thrilled to the gills that the dailies are learning about this cool new sex podcasting thing all the kids are doing with their computers.

Last week we got ourselves all worked into a lather about the SF Weekly's bizarrely incorrect Harmon Leon Infiltrator piece, though sadly it wasn't the kind of lather we usually like, with all the whipped cream and clothespins. A week(ly) later, we notice that the online version of the article has been quietly changed (though you gotta love the forgotten AVN reference in the right-hand corner), and the writer quietly fired.

We're starting to think that the Haight's Red Vic Movie House, a worker-owned theater with comfy couches and yummy popcorn, is hitting that age (you know that age) when they think about sex like, all the time. Sure, the Red Vic is 25 now and all grown up, and we feel really bad we didn't buy the Vic a beer four years ago, but we remember reaching 25 and suddenly getting all sex crazy again. Or maybe it never went away. Regardless, a look at this month's coming (ahem) attractions at one of our favorite movie houses is very revealing, indeed. As in hardcore, 100-year-old porn and two weekends of unintentionally hilarious 3D porn classics.

The week between Xmas and New Year's always makes us into shut-ins. Plus, it's raining, like, all the time. We're broke. We're pervs. And there's nothing on TV.

The holiday parties and dinners are adding up, but we can't let that slow us down, even if we're, uh, having an interesting time fitting into our jeans. But here at SFist, we cannot allow carb counting, calorie obsession or shallow breathing in our 501s prevent us from all the cocktails the holiday has to spare, no sir. Which is why we're thanking our lucky stars, bombshells and cherry-bomb pinup idols for Bombshell Betty and her Burlesquercise classes.

Because many people celebrate some version of a gift-giving holiday this time of year, it seems like a responsibility of ours to cough up some kind of locally focused sexy shopping guide. No problem there. But we're feeling conflicted, and not just about what kind of ball gags to get Uncle Bobby and Aunt Whitney. It seems like this is a year when everyone and their autofellating office mate is churning out some kind of sex toy shopping guide, which all feel about as hot as warmed over press releases from the sex toy companies themselves.

With San Francisco as the home of Survival Research Laboratories, the birthplace of Combots and Robolympics, and the location of Fucking Machines secret lair, we have to wonder just what is in that good old SF tap water...

When a man puts something in a condom, it's difficult not to stare. We think that it's even more difficult when he takes a picture and puts it online, which may explain the popularity of San Francisco based site Things in Rubbers, run with sticky fingers by Sean Kelly, the former proprietor of (former, much loved) gallery Spanganga—possibly known more for its debauched wet and messy parties than art. At any rate, we caught up with busy Mr. Rubbers in between stuffings, and he had a few things to say about his slippery, and sometimes explosive, new vocation.

There's an uprising starting in San Francisco, and it's exactly the kind we like: it's in our pants. And our panties. Proving that a dildo is never just a dildo, local silicone sex toy manufacturers Vixen Creations might just be poised to turn the dildo world on its proverbial head with their super-secret, two-years-in-the-making formula for a shockingly realistic skin-like material—a material that unlike all other "realistic" toy materials, is nonporous and can be easily sterilized for absolute cleanliness.

Far be it for us to resist any opportunity to rock out with our cocks out around town, but when we read about the Penile Sensitivity Touch-Test Evaluation to be conducted in San Francisco from July 30 to August 14, we knew we could rock this study harder than Judas Priest. But so many lingering questions remained; could we borrow a friend's member for the study if, say, ours was at the cleaners? Would our favorite Rocco Siffredi Realistic Super Ballsy Suction Cup model make the, er, cut?

San Francisco holds many distinctions you'll never find touted in the latest "best of" issue of a certain magazine, but while one of those unique experiences is surprising pairs and trios of men hooking up in the bushes by the windmills (and laying pipe on sailboats in the Bay), it's equally as possible to see the guys getting it on around town with a full camera crew in tow. It's true that San Francisco holds court as gay porn's reigning queen of the world, especially with all the glitz, beefcake (and controversy) that can be found in hometown, world-famous gay male houses such as Falcon, Raging Stallion and even Treasure Island Media. But it ain't all just about the boys--nor is it about the mustachioed days of yore, as in . And why isn't it now called "The Mitchell Brother"?

Last things first: When we signed off with a hearty "Happy SFisting" last month, we didn't think we were conjuring up a column, but it looks like that's what's happened. We're feeling a little amazed by our own power, and wondering if we could pull off the same trick twice... Now, what to say between here and the magical final words?

While we can think of about fifty places in the Mish to practice your Downward Dog without even trying, it's nice to find places where we can practice our favorite set of postitions without looking like we were stranded by our dates in the Cow Palace parking lot after Exotic Erotic. Since none of those Yoga Tree joints will let us practice our California Roll and the Metereon threw us out after our last Popcorn Bucket, we have to look a little further afield, like, at those places where people are to have sex in public -- sex clubs.