IM MOVING TO LA. ITS EXCITING. IM NERVOUS. IM SO LATE. IM JUST NOW READY. IM REALLY INTO 90’S BARBIE RIGHT NOW. AND FURBIES. LOTS OF FURBIES OLD AND NEW.
Great people do things before they’re ready. They do things before they know they can do it. And by doing it, they’re proven right. Because, I think there’s something inside of you—and inside of all of us—when we see something and we think, “I think I can do it, I think I can do it. But I’m afraid to.” Bridging that gap, doing what you’re afraid of, getting out of your comfort zone, taking risks like that—THAT is what life is. And I think you might be really good. You might find out something about yourself that’s special. And if you’re not good, who cares? You tried something. Now you know something about yourself. Now you know. A mystery is solved. So, I think you should just give it a try. Just inch yourself out of that back line. Step into life. Courage. Risks. Yes. Go. Now.
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THE LOST GAY BARS OF SAN FRANCISCO
Looking through now defunct gay magazines of the sexual revolution — Vector, After Dark, David — is a bit like finding a ticket to Atlantis (the sunken continent, not the gay cruise). But it’s not just the hand-drawn ads or 50 cent drink specials or the names (Well maybe the names! The Purple Pickle, the Elephant Walk, the Gilded Cage, the Giraffe. Peke’s Palace, Connie’s “Why Not?,” Cissy’s Saloon. Mona’s Candlelight. Paper Doll, Paradox, Old Crow, Nothing Special.) It’s the mix and the clash. Old queens and young bucks — neither to emerge intact. One culture ended with liberation, another would fall after revolution.
I recently began a mapping project of lost San Francisco gay bars using ads from magazines, matchbooks from archives and mentions in gay papers to try and reconstruct San Francisco in the years before the epidemic. What struck me most is that —in a far more hostile era there seemed to be far less ghettoization. Certainly the Castro, Polk and South of Market were still gay centers — but there were also bars in traditionally “straight” neighborhoods as well — North Beach and the Haight, the Marina and the Presidio. The Financial District boasted nearly a dozen. I don’t have a good explanation, although I’d love to hear theories.
Recently, two historic San Francisco bars — Marlena’s and the SF Eagle threatened to close. In New York, the Rawhide just went belly up. In Los Angeles, La Barcita and the Other Side. With greater social acceptance (and Grindr) we’re losing the crucial spaces that helped define us our culture. It may be inevitable, but forgetting them is not.
You can view a Google Map of the Project below.:
View Lost Gay Bars of San Francisco in a larger map(I’ve opened it up for other collaborators to add them in. Where possible, I’ve added the date the bar opened.)
Sources: Matchbooks of the GLBT Historical Society, the Cinch List of Taverns, old issues of Vector, After Dark, QC and David, this piece on Found SF.
—Mike
Noteworthy (BYU) - “Without You” by Usher & “I Will Wait” by Mumford & Sons Mashup
okay, whatever the song, but omg the woman at 2:14 “bom bom”
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STAY AWAY FROM THIS MAN
Heads up about this guy. He’s ’dated’ about 20 of my friends online as well as a few IRL ones. He lies compulsively and steals. Ordinarily I wouldn’t post something like this but I am so tired of hearing about horror stories involving him. I won’t post his name or information cause I don’t want to get sued. However I am more than willing to speak about him privately.
TLDR Facts about RabidWolves:
He owes 20+grand to people that I know.
He claimed he was HIV pos to get subsidized housing in san francisco
His MO is that he was ‘date’ someone and then disapear when they catch him in a lie or cheating / stealing. (This is why he travels to LA, SF, NY, Chicago, Florida, basically all over the country).
Don’t lend your credit cards to this guy. Or for that matter anyone.
the crazy thing is, this guy was in CHARLOTTE, NC for a good while. he tried to use but honey im not a dummy so it didnt happen. but to run across his picture on a public forum like TUMBLR from a guy thats nowhere NEAR where i am is insane. this guy must be a crazy. i dont even remember his name, he liked peanut butter.
