by Jim Gladstone
On a scale from Vegas Chippendale to The Nob Hill Theatre's "Touch Our Junk," Man Francisco –the new weekly male striptease show at Oasis– falls squarely in the middle.
Which is to say, while its production values are a bit rough around the edges –more Nob Hill Cinema spit than Magic Mike polish– Man Francisco's content is, well, squarer than one might expect from the producers of such outré nightlife events as Mother .(read more)
by Michael Flanagan
Visitors to Pacific Heights could be excused these days for thinking there is little gay about it, save for the gay colors on Victorians like the Painted Ladies in Alamo Square. But this was not always the case.
From the 1970s through the middle of last decade, there were three watering holes and one hotel with a saloon that were specifically geared toward gay patrons. The rise and fall of those establishments relates to much of San Francisco history – some familiar and some not. (read more)
As loyal readers of this column undoubtedly know, the Richmond/Ermet Aid Foundation's annual Help is on the Way is one of our favorite events... (read more)
My favorite sexo is a Holy Grail of hardcore. If you can find a copy of Brad Braverman's Fetish, you're blessed by the gods of porn. (read more)