Outgrowing the Closet
Part 1 of 3 Part 1: Outgrowing the Closet Part 2: The Closet Didn’t Get Smaller Part 3: How Jenny McCarthy Saved My Life The scary thing about gold-star-days is that they usually come without warning…
Love Stories & Everything But Butt
Part 3 of 3 This is the third part of a three part series on how I fell in love in San Francisco. You can skip back to Part 2 or start from the beginning with Part…
The Diary of a Pastry Chef
When I first met Chef Belinda Leong it was for this interview. It was a Friday morning at her Pacific Heights patisserie just off the corner of California and Divisadero Streets. I’d eaten there many…
A Lazy Bear’s Birthday at Lazy Bear
Today I turned 33. The end of my “early 30s” and the start of my transition to my “mid 30s.” For the past few weeks I’ve been telling myself it’s “mid 30s” but it doesn’t…
Bar Crawl—San Francisco’s Best Cocktails
As much as it’s our M.O. to be M.O. (that’s modus operandi is to be masticatively omniscient) we’re not too proud to admit that we don’t know everything. I mean really, how arrogant and unbelievable…
HOAs Are Anything But Ho-hum
You want a bulldog-of-a-realtor if you’re going to buy a home in San Francisco. Which is exactly what we had. An agent you can unleash on unsuspecting sellers the moment you find the perfect place.…
Top 8 SF Dating Analogies- Central Kitchen
As a gay San Francisco couple, who act like two 70-year-olds from Boca most of the time, you can bet your ass we’ve shared many-a-bottle of rosé with single straight-girls and boys, complaining about the…
The Grinch Who Stole Gay Pride
Do what you must. Arrest me, or worse, force me infront of a mirror after squeezing me into a teal Spandex onesie [yuck! I shudder at the thought], because as far as gays go, I’m…