I know that I am not well when I do not do my favorite things. I did not go to MEAT v. Death Guild because I decided I had enough time for a quick disco nap and awoke at 2 am. I did not go to my aerials class because the afternoon's search for a zombie prom dress left me anxious and self-conscious in a way that made turning myself upside down on ( Read more... )

Another year, another Folsom Street Fair, another opportunity to pull a jaded face and tell everyone that I like the idea of the Folsom Street Fair, but that it all falls apart when confronted with the sweaty, crowded, hairy-backed, cock-ringed reality outside of my front door. I want to see pretty people. I want to sit back and listen to Berlin ( Read more... )

If I were a superstitious sort, I might be a little worried about 2008. They say that the way you begin the year is an indicator of how the rest of your year will pan out. If I were superstitious, I would just go ahead and christian 2008 the Year of the Death Cough ( Read more... )

Don't get me wrong - it's not that I don't like the Folsom Street Fair. I like the idea of the Folsom Street Fair. I like living in a city where the bar for perversion is set so totteringly high and yet we continue to leap over it, like so many PVC-clad pole vaulters. I like pretty girls in latex and pretty boys with horns stuck to their foreheads ( Read more... )