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 | Pinkyswear What a great week to be alive! After our long, uphill battle of the past eight years, the coronation of a new king seemed more surreal than anything. Tears flowed like water in a stream as the city rallied alongside the rest of the nation in support of the greatest symbol of hope Americans have had in this generation. It was an amazing spectacle, and it filled us all with a joy we haven’t collectively expressed in a long time. That joy came rushing out of us in a pulsating frenzy, and the scene that spread across San Francisco, though bittersweet, was palpable.More |  | Pinkyswear On what will likely be the last weekend of its kind, San Francisco seemed ripe for the picking. Sure, the rain was right at our heels, but that didn’t mean that we couldn’t be extra celebratory about the last time we’d feel eighty degrees for six months. On a Saturday night, every patio at every restaurant in town was overflowing with the sweet excesses that only the ends of summer can deliver. I was making my rounds, enjoying my short shorts for the last time, and couldn’t believe how much scoop was taking place all over.More |  | Pinkyswear In these topsy turvy times, it seems like all we can mutually establish is a general support for common values and a love of alcohol. While one brings us together, the other one, as I have seen, sometimes father apart. In the midst of what has been repeatedly called, “the most important election of our lives,” tempers seem to have been be ignited on television and in the streets. Now while this may seem like a turbulent climate, it is just the perfect settings to do one of my favorite things: dish.More |  | Pinkyswear Over the course of the past week, I have spent more time thinking about the state of our countires future than the current state of the cities social scene. I mean, we are falling apart, and it is freaking me out. How am I supposed to snoop on all you fags whilst watching CNN and making sure that America hasn’t fallen into the sea? It has been quite the juggling act, as I am sure you are aware.More |  | Pinkyswear Oh, the season has finally closed. As the Castro closed down its operations on Sunday, ending the Castro Street fair with its massive turnout audience, so closed the long, drunken street fair festival season that has been keeping marketers, merchants, and myself quite busy since Gay Pride in late June. I can honestly say that I am happy to see it close, and am only dreading that it means the Holidays are right around the corner. Ugh! That said, there was plenty of excitement to close the season off with a bang! Let’s discuss.More |  | Pinkyswear Oh what a whirl! Since the last time we spoke, the stock market crashed, the world seemed to tumble towards its demise, and I tried my hardest not to get a nasty rash with no avail. After the craziness from Wall Street to Folsom Street, I could barely sit up to make it to my computer screen and send out this message to you! However, as you can tell, I somehow muddles through!More |  | Pinkyswear It always seems to be the way in September. Just as we begin to think that summer is about to hang its ugly head, it comes back with a vengeance! Is it autumn trying to boast its glory, or simply that Mother Nature loves the attention from the gays? Either way, it seems, there is still plenty to celebrate in this changing of the seasons, and with the leather flag flying over Castro there is a true changing of the guard.More |  | Pinkyswear It was a grey Tuesday morning as I sat in my bed, smoking a cigarette out the window and watching the entire American Market collapse on the morning news. From the Lehman Brothers to the AIG, everything was collapsing, and I was unnerved. Shootings in the Mission, dead bicyclists in the Richmond, and me in the midst of fighting with my partner left an unsettling wrench in my gut. I started wondering, am I the only one going through this? Then I thought back about the week and realized how not alone I was.More |  | Pinkyswear It was the hottest week of the year in San Francisco. It was in the high eighties to low nineties -- one day it was rumored to have broken one hundred degrees -- and the folks around town were showing it. When it’s a hot day in San Francisco, people always say that "this is the hottest day on record in history." If it is an unseasonable 70, it’s the hottest it’s ever been. These hot days are to be cherished, though admonished by some, fore the anomalies they are, and thankfully there was plenty of cause to celebrate.More |  | Pinkywwear In the midst of a heat wave, one would expect the normal spattering of short-short clad gays frolicking about shirtless. Yet, over the past week, as the temperatures skyrocketed to record highs, there was a lull in the streets. It seemed like we missed the memo, when in fact it was only the most flamboyant roustabouts that where missing. It turns out that a little color goes along way.More |
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