As I set my navigation to figure out the best route to reach the Hot Tubs for my rendezvous, the map showed an ominous message: “Permanently closed.” It can’t be! But sure enough, when I arrived there was a pair
I’ve written about how much I enjoy visiting the nude beach in San Gregorio. I’ve been visiting there for more than twenty years, yet in all that time I’d never made it to the end of the beach. Specifically, I’d
The premise was simple. Just show up, get sucked off for an hour, and get paid some cash. I didn’t have anything planned for the evening, so why not? I’d come across the ad in the Craigslist “gigs” section while
Word is The Stud Bar in San Francisco may become yet another victim of San Francisco’s spiraling property wars. We’ve seen a lot of this in recent years as the City has transformed at a dizzying pace, but this one’s
When did the memo go out, and who initiated it? I’m talking about the memo that appears to have been received by pretty much all guys under thirty years old, instructing them that in the gym locker room they must
For those of us of a certain age, our first exposure to the concept of videophones was The Jetsons. In this cartoon, set in the future, the characters made calls to each other with a full complement of video service.
I should have known from the start. How old was I? Ten? Twelve? Old enough to know a few things about the world, even if I didn’t fully understand them. Old enough to know something peculiar was going on. I’d
I’ve had mixed feelings about the battle for public access at Martin’s Beach, on the San Mateo County coast south of San Francisco (read the New York Times article here). On the one hand it is a classic battle between