Tag Archives: San Francisco

Two Calendars to Make Your Year

Here are calendars from two different sides of the country. Both will enhance your dyke decor, help you get organized, and make great holiday gifts. Plus, each of them supports a good cause. Click through to the publisher’s websites and look through the months.

The Women Motorcycle Riders Calendar is jammed with photos of women surrounded by lots of shiny chrome and black leather. This calendar is especially fun for San Francisco Bay Area residents who will recognize many of the faces (and bikes!). Sales will help defray medical costs for one of the women featured in the calendar who is undergoing cancer treatment. The calendar is $29.50 and  you can order it here.

I Heart Brooklyn Girls is a fun, themed calendar with a cult following, and this year’s queer pulp fiction theme is once again pure fun. A portion of the sales  will help benefit Sylvia’s Place, an emergency overnight shelter for homeless LGBT youth run by the Metropolitan Community Church of New York. Calendars are available on the IHBG website, and in select stores and bookshops. 2011 calendars are $12, and posters are available, as well as previous years’ calendars, which you might want just for the pictures. (I was a fan of the 2009 calendar!)

Magic (Part 8)

(This is an installment in a serial story. To read “Magic” from the beginning, click here.)

Sarah looked at the cuffs warily. Then she carefully removed them from the box – placing them in the middle of the bed – and broke the box down. She stacked it in the back of her closet with the others.

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Magic (Part 7)

(This is an installment in a serial story. To read “Magic” from the beginning, click here.)

After breakfast, Sarah made a list of all the things her new flat needed, and headed out to see if she could find some of them. She was reluctant to move her car and lose her parking place, but she knew she couldn’t carry a nightstand and a dresser home on BART.

The heavy fog that had rolled in came as a surprise after the shafts of sunlight that had greeted her when she awoke.

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Magic (Part 6)

(This is an installment in a serial story. To read “Magic” from the beginning, click here.)

Sarah woke up to gentle paws kneading her. She opened her eyes and in the morning half-light, she saw a white fluffy cat sitting above her. Instinctively, she reached out and stroked the cat, who settled in and purred contentedly on her belly. She slipped back into sleep.

When she awoke again, the cat had crept up and was sleeping in the crook of her arm, cuddled against her chest. She flexed her fingers, playing with its fur, and when she opened her eyes, the room was bright. Sunlight streaked across her bed, and while she could feel the cat, she couldn’t see it. Continue reading

Magic (Part 5)

(This is an installment in a serial story. To read “Magic” from the beginning, click here.)

In her slumber, Sarah gradually became aware that the music had changed. It was louder and bouncier, with a rhythm that recalled an old-fashioned calliope. She slowly opened her eyes, still leaning on the overstuffed arm of the sofa, then sat upright at what she saw.

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Magic (Part 4)

(This is an installment in a serial story. To read “Magic” from the beginning, click here.)

Inside the shop it was dim, and it took a moment for Sarah’s eyes to adjust.

The space was long and narrow, and after blinking a few times, she realized the walls were hung with crimson velvet and light came from a series of mismatched crystal chandeliers scattered across the ceiling. Big and small, hung high and low, they glowed softly. The breeze from the open door caused them to sway slightly. Continue reading

Magic (Part 3)

(This is the third installment in a multi-part short story. You can read the entire series, to date, here.)

By early afternoon Sarah had unpacked her kitchen. Crumpled paper and empty boxes were spread all over the floor, but the cabinets were full. She made herself some soup for lunch, and ate it with crackers and cheese, sitting at the little table in her bay window. The fog had burned off and outside it was clear and sunny. She cracked one of the windows a little. It was still cold.

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SF Dyke March Photos

Bare Breast Alert: As you scroll down, be aware that not all the photos below are safe for viewing at work.

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The pre-march crowd filled Delores Park.

San Francisco’s Dyke March was once again a walk in the park… or at least a day in the park, followed by a leisurely stroll. The misnomer “march” barely begins to describe the lesbian extravaganza that is the Dyke March, the largest lesbian event of its kind in the world.

Women gathered Saturday in SF’s Delores Park for an afternoon of picnicing and entertaining. Music and entertainment emanated from the stage after the event’s annual opening ceremonies which were followed by another annual favorite – the mass breast self-exam led by a local physician and a nurse/midwife. Actress Sharon Glasser addressed the crowd before the march assembled.

Like “march,” “assembled” is a loose term. The event begins when the Dykes on Bikes roar down the parade route in a show of female bravado that always brings tears to my eyes. There are women amongst them who look like they’ve ridden every parade since we all got publically proud, and I can’t help but think of these leather-wrapped women as the warriors of our tribe.

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Dykes on Bikes kick it off in a roar of thunder

The actual march is casually formed, as walkers fall in behind the bikers. It’s a big, colorful show of unity and identity that emphasizes the range of the dyke community as the throng moves slowly through the streets. The young, the old, the edgy, and the soccer moms all find queer space here.

Early estimates put the Dyke March crowd, independent of other Pride Weekend activities, at well upwards of 50,000.

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A little rock-a-billy love in the park.

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After the Dykes on Bikes, there were more dykes on bikes...

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A sign of support along the route and props to this house for the dance music that had a little party going on the corner below.

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Fleet Week never looks this good!

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Although many men offered support from the sidelines, the single biggest complaint I heard was about cis-men marching in the event, which is supposed to be women-only.

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Everyone gets to express their fashion sense.

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A touch of history came to the march on a t-shirt.

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A little rainbow body paint offers the creative answer to "show us your tits!"

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Just an "awww" moment with this very sweet and proud couple.

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Sharon Gless, TV’s “Cagney,” in SF’s Dyke March

When Sharon Gless learned that her movie “Hannah Free” would be the closing night feature at the San Francisco International LGBT Film Festival, she immediately committed to flying in for the event. She also made a request.

“I saw the activities that were going on that weekend. And I said, ‘I would like to do the Dyke March. I’d like to march with these women and show my support. That would be a cool thing to do.’ They said, ‘OK. Sharon. You’ll do 15 minutes and then we’ll scoot you out.’ I said, ‘Nooo! I’m doing the whole thing.’ “

The Dyke March, which is separate from the Gay Pride Parade on Sunday, originates at 7 p.m. Saturday at Dolores Park, preceded by a rally at 3 p.m. Gless will speak at 5:45, and then join an estimated 40,000 women marching through the Mission and Castro neighborhoods.

It was Sgt. Christine Cagney, the complex, hard-drinking cop that Gless played in the 1980s TV series “Cagney & Lacey,” that brought her a large lesbian following. Whereas Tyne Daly’s character, Mary Beth Lacey, was a working mom with a loving husband, Cagney was single, a lone wolf in a tough, misogynist profession.

Later, Gless played Debbie Novotny, a foul-mouthed waitress and mother hen to a group of gay men in the 2000-05 cable series “Queer as Folk.” That series expanded her gay fan base and resuscitated Gless’ career after a fallow period.

“The truth is, the gay community and lesbian community have been so wonderful to me, so supportive of me throughout my career,” Gless, 66, said by phone from Miami, where she lives with her husband of 18 years, “Cagney & Lacey” producer Barney Rosenzweig.

“Hannah Free” should be catnip to Gless’ lesbian fans. The movie was filmed in Chicago on a three-week schedule and $200,000 budget, and Gless, who ages from 50 to 80 in the story, brings grit, authenticity and dimension to the title character. She commands the screen as Hannah, an assertive, masculine lesbian who spending a lifetime pursuing a passionate, mostly thwarted love affair with her childhood friend.

Read the rest on the SF Gate website.

Hannah Free: 7:30 p.m. Sunday. Castro Theatre, 429 Castro St. Film: $15 for Frameline members, $20 general; film and after-party: $50 for Frameline members, $60 general. Tickets at Superstar Satellite, 474 Castro St., or online at www.frameline.org.

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S.F. Asks Feds to Toss Prop. H8

San Francisco has asked a federal judge to overturn California’s ban on same-sex marriage, allying the city with a lawsuit that could reach the U.S. Supreme Court.

In papers filed Thursday night in U.S. District Court in San Francisco, City Attorney Dennis Herrera’s office argued that Proposition 8 was motivated by hatred of gays and lesbians and violates their constitutional right to be free of discrimination.

Although sponsors of the November ballot measure said they were trying to promote traditional marriage and protect children, “excluding same-sex couples from marriage does nothing to advance those goals,” Chief Deputy City Attorney Therese Stewart said in the 49-page brief.

Prop. 8′s “real aim was harming gays and lesbians and expressing moral disapproval of them,” Stewart said.

In arguing to throw out Prop. 8, Stewart cited the Supreme Court’s 1996 ruling that struck down Colorado’s ban on state and local gay-rights measures and said a law motivated by hostility toward gays and lesbians is unconstitutional.

Read the rest of the story in the SF Gate.

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Does the Internet Make Us Smaller? Report From WordCamp

At the end of last week someone chided me about going to WordCamp, the WordPress blogging platform’s annual conference in San Francisco, instead of going to Fresno for the marriage equality rally.

I responded by tweeting, “Alas, not Fresno. Ultimately, I think I can make a bigger impact writing and blogging, so WordCamp.” But I didn’t realize how telling those words were.

Yesterday’s conference was great. It was my second WordCamp and I’m always amazed at the interesting things I learn and the interesting group of people using the open source platform.

Matt Mullenweg, the founding developer of WordPress, is a dynamic speaker, and it’s a joy to watch him field questions. I have to keep reminding myself that he’s just a kid. As he pointed out, he was born in 1984. Without any raise of societal eyebrows, I could easily be Matt’s mom, which is a strange feeling.

But something happened yesterday during the conference, something that caught me entirely by surprise.

One of our after lunch speakers was Philip Greenspun, a computer scientist who was a pioneer in developing online communities.

Greenspun opened his presentation with the out-of-context quote by Sonia Sotomayor that conservatives latched onto last week and tossed around as proof of her “racism”: “A wise Latina woman … would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male.”

It was completely irrelevant to his speaking topic, but front and center on Greenspun’s weblog, and therefore obviously on his mind.

From there, Greenspun went on to blunder through one modern social gaffe after another, making fun of fat people, telling a callous story about himself and a friend whose mother died of breast cancer, and then posting this slide:

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Philip Greenspun's slide

All of this  – I think, because his point was actually pretty muddled – was in support of his topic “How the Web and the Weblog have Changed Writing”. His contention was that the internet has allowed people to speak their mind because lots of people have “one paragraph” ideas, which shouldn’t have to be forced into a longer format for publication.

Our literary culture is impoverished when every idea is stretched or amputated to fit the Procrustean bed made up by magazine and book publishers. When an author runs out of relevant stuff to say after 20 or 30 pages, that’s how long the essay should be. – Philip Greenspun

Fundamentally, I agree with Greenspun, but I completely disagreed with his presentation. His bigoted comments, which he said were intended to add humor, were entirely off the mark.  I’m not the only one who thought so, actual hisses (that weren’t mine) were heard in the auditorium as he flashed the slide making the carpet-munching joke.

I was both offended and fascinated that someone would bring this level of bigotry and insensitivity in front of a highly-diverse audience in San Francisco, of all places. (Not that it would have been appropriate anywhere.) I was equally surprised to find out that Greenspun is only 45, proof, I guess, that the trappings of conservatism are more tied to wealth than age.

I looked around the room at the sea of faces – male and female, and complete range of skin colors – and at the people flying outward signs of being gay and lesbian, and decided I needed to say something.

You see, it’s one thing to protest at a rally, or in the echoing universe of the internet, but quite another to confront it head-on. It’s one thing when an elderly relative makes a racist remark at a holiday meal. In that situation there’s not much to be gained by arguing with them. But when an “expert” standing in front of a huge group of people spouts this sort of toxic waste, they should be called on it.

So, at the end of the question and answer period, I asked Greenspun: “What sort of bubble do you live and work in that you think it’s okay to stand in front of a group of people and make disparaging remarks about women, Latinas, fat people, and gays and lesbians?”

The answer I got from our speaker wasn’t exactly an answer. It was sort of a condescending brush-off.

I did, however, get high-fives from the nice people sitting around me, and lots of Twitter messages from people who were equally appalled by his comments and glad I had said something.

There was a lot of conversation yesterday about building community, and how the internet facilitates that. It was at the root of several of the presentations, including Tara Hunt‘s presentation on making “whuffie” and Chris Pirillo’s inspiring presentation on why community has to have heart.

Really, community was at the heart of my question to Greenspun, too.

You see, the best thing about the internet is also the worst thing: It allows us to gather with people who think like ourselves, in an insulated electronic bubble.

This is a time when we’re seeing the fail and fall of newspapers all over the world, and an increasing number of people are using the internet as a primary source of information.

Online and on television, pundits and bloggers are becoming increasing confused with journalists.

The internet allows us to self-select what we want to read and hear. It’s more like a radio station than like newspapers. Newspapers put ideas and opinions in front of us daily, and frequently those ideas are different than our own. Radio stations play to a demographic. But reading websites and blogs allows us to quickly pre-filter what we don’t want to read.

I would wager that most of us, myself included, are reading less researched and edited neutral information, and less of what conflicts with our ideals, than we did five years ago. This makes us comfortable and makes us think our ideas are common and important, even when they’re not.

While the internet reaches all over the globe, allowing us to create community, if we don’t use it to expand our thinking and expose ourselves to new ideas and points of view different from our own, it can actually make us smaller as people.

And, while Greenspun didn’t answer my question yesterday, I think I have while writing this essay.

Civil Rights Fail

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Blog Reporting Newsom Asked Court to Delay Prop. 8 Ruling

Towleroad, which bills itself as a blog site “with homosexual tendencies” is reporting that San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom asked the court to delay announcing its decision as not to coincide with the 30th anniversary of the White Night riots.

Confidential sources close to San Francisco City Hall told Towleroad’s Corey Johnson that the California Supreme Court was prepared to release its opinion on Proposition 8 tomorrow, but decided to delay the ruling after a call from Mayor Gavin Newsom.

Newsom reached out to the Supreme Court and asked them to hold off releasing their decision so it did not coincide with the White Night riots,” said our source.

Towleroad notes that the source spoke on condition of anonymity and that the blog has been trying to get an on-the-record source for the story.

The White Night riots took place on May 21, 1979 in San Francisco after the annoucement of the lenient sentencing of Dan White for the assassinations of San Francisco Maytor George Moscone and openly gay Supervisor Harvey Milk.

The events leading up to the assassinations are the subject of Gus Van Sant’s movie Milk, starring Sean Penn.

The riots caused thousands of dollars in property damage, and the police made a retaliatory raid on a gay bar in the Castro. Many patrons were severely beaten by cops in riot gear. Arrests were made, lawsuits filed, and the show of strength by the gay community resulted in Mayor Dianne Feinstein appointing a gay-friendly police chief, which eased tensions and lead to the hiring of more gay officers.

Since the movie Milk ended before the verdict, I’ll share this short clip of the White Night riots with you:

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Chris Pureka at 32,000 Feet (& in San Francisco)

Flying near the Easter/Passover spring holidays means planes full of parents with little kids and crying babies. Thank goodness for my iPod.

For a secret “If you only knew what I was listening to right now” thrill, I recommend the Savage Love podcast, but for chilling out, nothing beats Chris Pureka. (Sample her music on MySpace.)

I’ve listened to her Dryland and Driving North albums many times and I never get tired of them. I took them on this trip along with her new EP Chimera. She’s the perfect soundtrack for cruising over the heartland, looking down at the patchwork quilts and mountain tops.

I was recently able to hook into her tour, and saw her show at Slim’s in San Francisco (thanks, Boz!).

I’ve seen her in concert before, and once again, she delivered a great show.

Of course, half the fun is the audience – a room full of androgynous girls in short-sleeved snap-front shirts. There was a lot of plaid going down.

But the rest of the show is the music. There’s a hypnotic quality to Chris’ music. She jokes about having “two happy songs”. But this wasn’t a sleepy show or a downer. In fact, the smoothness of her recordings, which are carefully engineered, belie the energy of her live performance. The crowd was hopping – dare I say darn near dancing? – through much of the show.

Chris was backed up by a drummer and two musicians who both played the violin. One also provided harmonizing vocals.

Lyndell Montgomery (aka Captain Dirt) really stood out during this show. She is a classically trained musician, who managed to weave her violin around Chris’s voice like one of the sugar-phosphate spines in a strand of DNA, not quite playing solo, but not fading into the background, either. She also played the electric bass, notably bowing it part of the time.

Check out Chris Pureka’s tour schedule here.

If you’d like to check my Twitter stream from the show, you can see it here. There are some links to photos, also.

A Billboard interview with Chris:

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Same Sex Marriage A-Okay in Iowa!!!

This from the Associate Press just minutes ago:

DES MOINES, Iowa — Iowa Supreme Court says state’s same-sex marriage ban violates rights of gays and lesbians.

Hello? California? Are you listening?

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Jill Sobule Brings It Home with “San Francisco”

Jill Sobule‘s new video “San Francisco,” directed by Margaret Cho, is filled with all sorts of faces familiar to denizens of the Bay Area, including SF Chronicle sex columnist, author/blogger (and so much more) Violet Blue along with Peter Ackworth, king of the Kink.com empire.

And for the record, Jill kissed a girl long before Katy Perry knew what cherry chapstick was:

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Meghan McCain Supports Same Sex Marriage

There’s something oddly appealing about John McCain’s 24-year-old daughter, Meghan, who is getting a lot of press these days for taking on Ann Coulter and telling the women on The View that Laura Ingraham (who referred to Meghan as “plus-sized”) can “kiss my fat ass”. Here she is, telling Larry King she supports gay marriage:

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Just One More Slice…

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… and then I promise I’ll cut this out until next year!

Last year in the New York Times blog, John Tierney wrote about International Pi Day. (Which is, by the way, originally an invention of The Exploratorium in San Francisco.) He said:

The Exploratorium has gathered a few genres on its Pi Day site, including this limerick:

If inside a circle a line
Hits the center and goes spine to spine
And the line’s length is d
The circumference will be
d times 3.14159

These are his suggestions for writing your own odes to Pi:

You can write a traditional haiku about pi like this one:

Unending digits . . .
Why not keep it simple, like
Twenty-two sevenths?

Or, for the ambitious, you can try a pi-ku that’s both a haiku and a mnemonic device in which the number of characters in each word equals the value of the corresponding digit of pi. Here’s an example that enables you to derive 11 digits of pi (3.1415926535) by counting the number of characters in each of the 11 words:

Let C over D
(Wheel perimeter on height)
Equal its value.

Then, for the real purist, there’s a new form of pi-ku proposed by Ian Chillag of NPR: Instead of the 5-7-5 syllable pattern of haiku, honor pi with lines of 3, 1 and 4 syllables. Like:

Why is pi
Square
As pie is round?

Here is my own attempt at pi-ku, being silly and trying to make it erotic, of course — like my haiku.

Reciting
Pi,
math gets me hot.

I’m quitting now. Really.

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Hey, What’s Your Sign?

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Well, there was plenty of media coverage of the State Supreme Court hearing. Ultimately no one knows what the judges will do, and they’ve got 90 days to do it.

The Advocate has this round-up story of how the California newspapers are reporting on the day’s events.

(Thanks to Steve Rhodes for the great photo on Flickr with a Creative Commons license, and thanks to the girl for a great sign.)

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We Went Marching on a School Night

eveofjusticeLast night, my son and I, and a few thousand others, made the walk from Harvey Milk Plaza to San Francisco’s City Hall, as part of the Eve Of Justice candlelight march, intended to encourage the State Supreme Court to overthrow Prop. 8.

I’m not a mommy blogger, I’m not even a lesbian mommy blogger. Although I know I’ve mentioned that I have a son, I tend to write more about things I’m not ready to have my kid read, than about my interactions with him. However, tonight was one of those special nights and I have a really special kid.

I’m hoping that my son, who is stumbling into puberty, will grow up to be a kind man. All arrows point that way. He’s a great guy with an easy way about him, a good sense of humor, and he’s genuinely nice to people. In return people are nice back.

I asked him if he wanted go to the rally in SF last night, and at first he wasn’t sure. Then he thought about it and said “I think I would”. So I left work a little early and we drove south, over the bridge, and into the city. (Well, actually I drove, and he did his math homework.)

We arrived in the Castro with a few minutes to spare. My son sized it all up and said “I need a restroom, candles, and a sign to carry.” True to form, my son asked a shopkeeper if we could use his restroom, and he agreed. By the time I emerged from my turn in the restroom, a nice guy in a black fedora was comparing hat brims with my son. Minutes later he met us outside and handed us a sign. And again, within minutes, my son found a guy to sell us a pair of little electric candles for $2 each.

Then we were off with the crowd.

It was a school night. We’ll have to be out of the house at 7:15 this morning – he to school, me to teach a yoga class before my “regular” job. And we live quite a distance north of San Francisco.

So what was this lesbian mommy thinking?

I was thinking that I had an incredible opportunity to teach my son something about civil rights, and – hopefully – to let him witness something historic… and I think I did.

You see, one of my great hopes is that he won’t have to see many civil rights rallies in his lifetime. I hope they won’t be needed. I want him to understand the important of equal rights – not just for his lesbian mommy – but for everybody. I want him to be able to explain that importance to the people of his generation, although I’m hoping he won’t ever have to.

You can read about the Eve of Justice rally on SFGate, the SF Chronicle’s website. There’s also a video below that will give you a taste of the event.

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