SFBG photog Ariel Soto scoops SF street fashion. See the previous Look of the Day here.
Today’s Look: Michael, 24th St. and Diamond
Tell us about your look: “My wife dresses me. She has a great eye and she even made me this hat.”
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Ask a Porn Star: Sex with Stephen Boyer
In which super sexy porn people answer questions – each week – from Bay Area locals. View the last installment here.
Mediated by Justin Juul
Fielding your questions this month is local writer/porn star, Stephen Boyer. Check out some of his movies/pics here and an excerpt from his upcoming novel here. Read our 2008 interview with Boyer here.
Gerry H: Do you ever get bored in the middle of a sex scene?
Boyer: I tried to do a scene with a trans-woman once and she couldn’t get it up. Then she started to complain that she was sick. After that, she started having all of these negative body issues and eventually broke into tears. A few minutes later, she was saying she wanted to leave the porn world once and for all. I wasn’t bored, but the experience was sad and disheartening. So no, I’ve never been bored but I’ve had negative experiences.
Another experience that comes to mind happened a few years ago on set in Los Angeles. The shoot lasted four days and was a porn version of the popular TV show “Survivor.” Every day a few of the boys would get kicked off. One of the boys had just turned 18 and had recently run away from home because his parents were really conservative. He was struggling to pay rent so he got into porn. The “Survivor” thing was his first shoot and the director wanted him to bottom, but not just for anyone; the director specifically made him bottom for a guy with a 12-inch dick that was also really thick. When the boy’s scene finally came up, everyone was watching because no one believed he could take it. But he did. The kid took the dick for like four minutes and then a huge pool of blood shot out of his ass. He was kicked off the show that weekend. He was paid but he didn’t make as much as the rest of us who had “survived” the whole thing.
Eco-Boutique of the Week: Eco Citizen
SFBG’s Juliette Tang peeps the best eco-friendly products and boutiques. Check out her most recent installment here.
Eco-friendly fashion a wonderful concept we should all get behind, but not so wonderful are the poor quality, high cost, and bad design that too often accompany the eco-friendly clothing on the market. Who wants to wear scratchy hemp cargo pants? What about a lumpy wool sweater with an embroidered peace sign? Eco Citizen fights the stereotypes associated with green clothing – that eco-friendly garments are ugly, uncomfortable, or out of touch with what’s currently in style – by offering beautiful garments with high design value that appeal on both an ecological and aesthetic level.
Street Threads: Look of the Day
SFBG photog Ariel Soto scoops SF street fashion. See the previous Look of the Day here.
Today’s Look: Marika, Oakland
Tell us about your look: “My fashion philosophy is eclectic. I like to change it up from day to day, but right now i am really into yellow thrift store sweaters.”
Psyched-ya mysticism: the Lovetones hit the spit with ‘Dimensions’
By Danica Li
For the past decade and a half, Matthew J. Tow has had a slew of musical projects bubbling on the back burner. Aussie rock outfit Drop City, formed by Tow in 1993, is probably the band for which Tow is most widely known for fronting. A series of solo forays followed. Under the moniker Colorsound, Tow produced a half dozen albums over a decade before the psychedelic rockers of the Brian Jonestown Massacre co-opted Tow for the better part of a three-month tour.
When Tow formed the Lovetones in 2002, and released its debut, Be What You Want (Bomp!), he was immediately – and perhaps hyperbolically – hailed an apostle of David Bowie, Ray Davies, and Lennon and McCartney by bigwig media outlets like Rolling Stone. Originally described as a side project, but now presumed to be Tow’s primary occupation, the Lovetones return in style with Dimensions, a medley of hypnotic pscyh rock, byzantine instrumental detours, and ’60s-era balladry.
Suck my manhole part 4: Porn god Buck Angel talks community and the future
Justin Juul takes on singular porn hottie Buck Angel in part four of this exclusive SEX SF interview. See part three here.
SFBG: How do you fit into the GLBT activist scene?
Angel: I’m not so into it. I mean, I certainly respect the GLBT community, but I’m more of an individualist. I do what I do for me. As far as a specific FTM transsexual community goes, I’m a little wary. I mean, they were nothing but critical and rude when I was first getting started. They were very disrespectful. They thought I was misrepresenting the transsexual-man community and I was like “I’m not representing any community. I represent Buck Angel!” They’ve shown a little more support recently, but my initial experience with the FTM community left a bad taste in my mouth.
SFBG: It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if you were just a regular actor right?
Angel: Exactly. But because I show sexuality, I’m suddenly cast as negative role model for transsexuals. The most frustrating part is that, like I said earlier, I don’t identify as a transsexual. I’m a man. You know, I’ve gotten so much shit from people and had so many labels thrown at me that I just can’t care anymore. I don’t care what anyone thinks about me…except maybe my wife.
Local Artist of the Week: Andrew Li
LOCAL ARTIST Andrew Li
TITLE Untitled
BIO Andrew Li was born in San Francisco in 1965. He has been making art at Creativity Explored since 1990 and is currently a student at SF City College.
STORY Li’s loose, sketchy drawings reflect his rapid artmaking process. Cityscapes, figures, and machines are his most frequent subject matter. He typically sketches from life, incorporating what he observes in SF and during his travels into artwork with precise perspective and an attention to detail.
SHOW "Andrew Li," through March 21. Jack Fischer Gallery, 49 Geary, suite 440, SF. Call for hours. (415) 956-1178, www.jackfischergallery.com
Objects of Obsession: Featherlight
SFBG’s Laura Peach rounds up local items and experiences to die for. See her last installment here.
A few months ago I skipped down to Mexico to escape the cold and rainy west coast winter. As I stood in the square outside Museo National de Arte, smiling as the sun warmed my face, a group of traditional Aztec dancers started to dance. As their feet stamped the stone in unison I found myself mesmerized by the vibrant feathers swaying in their fancy headdresses.
When I travel, I usually pick just one thing from each place I visit to incorporate into my wardrobe to remind me of the beautiful places I’ve been. My sentimental takeaway from Mexico was, of course, feathered. I found a wispy pair of earrings I loved from a street vendor and every time I wear them, I hear drum beats and see swirling headdresses—at lease for a moment.
Back in San Francisco, I was again allured by feathered headdresses, this time as a fun accessory. For there is something magical about having feathers in your hair (or on your head). They take off some of the weight of the world and make the possibility of flight seem real. Here are a few ways to bring featherlightness into your life.
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1. Head Games
The playful colors and textured layers of this hairpiece ($68) make a strong statement. Rooster and pheasant feathers move with the breeze and every turn of your neck. “Each little feather is like a work of art in itself,” says local Circadian Studios designer Deanna Abney. “I was in awe of the spectacular colors and shapes.” All the feathers are naturally molted, then steamed and sanitized. So no stress that any unwelcome visitors will nestle in your tresses. This may just bring out the Aztec dancer in you.
Dress, 2271 Chestnut, SF. (415) 440-3737
Brownell: The right has a new hero
Rick Santelli’s rant on CNBC has electrified the nation. Now he needs to change his name and start a movement
By Jess Brownell
The right has a new hero. (I know, they do seem to come along with astonishing regularity these days, considering the results of the last election, but heroes are made not born, and these people are desperate to make some new ones. Even being long dead is no bar. A U. S. News and World Report blogger was pushing Wendell Wilkie stock recently.) Anyway, this time it’s Rick Santelli, a formerly mild-mannered CNBC reporter whose tirade about the Obama housing and mortgage rescue plan at the Chicago Board of Trade has apparently electrified the nation, even that part of it electrified by that rotten New Deal of FDR’s. Don’t see how that man ever beat old . . . what was his name? . . . oh, yeah, Wendell Wilkie. Election must have been rigged.
Street Threads: Look of the Day
SFBG photog Ariel Soto scoops SF street fashion. See the previous Look of the Day here.
Today’s Look: Paige, 23rd St. and Mission
Tell us about your look: “Go with whatever’s tight.”
Blog Love: That’s quite a burrito
Juliette Tang shouts out to local bloggers. Read her last installment here.
Image: El Faro burrito via Menupages
I like my burritos vegetarian, vaguely the length of a collapsible umbrella, and girthy enough to put a grown man into a coma if dropped off a 10-story building. I like my tortilla grilled — adding just rice, pinto beans, spicy salsa, avocado slices, a healthy dose of sour cream, and THAT’S IT. Babies crying in a movie theater is less of a pet peeve for me than lettuce in my burrito, and you might as well eat your burrito with soy sauce and hummus and then stuff a bacon doughnut in it if you’re the type to ruin it with grilled vegetables.
Whenever I get a burrito at a taqueria I’ve never tried before, I always mentally rate it against all the other burritos I consumed in San Francisco and then cross-check my findings afterward with what the editors are saying on Burritophile or Burritoeater, two of the most comprehensive burrito blogs in San Francisco. These blogs are written by seasoned burrito eaters who give you their input (which they graciously admit is by no means gospel) on what makes a good burrito and where to find good (and bad) burritos all over San Francisco. Between these two blogs, burritos from nearly every taqueria in San Francisco, from SOMA to the Sunset, have been consumed and rated. These writers aren’t trying to tell you how to eat your burrito; they just want to take you with them on a quest for the perfect burrito that is equally entertaining and informative.
Red Hot and getting brighter: ‘Dark Was the Night’ AIDS/HIV benefit comp stirs the fire
VARIOUS ARTISTS
Dark Was the Night: A Red Hot Compilation
(4AD)
By Todd Lavoie
Benefit albums have always been a noble but iffy prospect for the music buyer. Unfortunately, too many well-meaning compilations have seen their intentions unfairly matched with either a glaring lack of cohesion or a failure to procure decent songs from the artists involved. More often than not, charity discs tend to come across as sonically and/or thematically disjointed, thanks to the piecemeal fashion with which they’re frequently put together – with each artist contributing without any sort of direction or instructions, the resulting collection runs the risk of ending up a jumbled, unfocused mess and an awkward start-to-finish listen.
Worse yet, many of these benefits seem to be cobbled together with whatever scraps have been previously tossed aside by the artists involved: lesser B-sides, uninspired live tracks, or sonic afterthoughts that never received a full fleshing-out for one reason or another. Considering the labor of love that goes on behind the scenes in assembling such a disc – contacting musicians and agents and record labels to convince them to join the cause, for example – it’s a shame that the end product often fails to project an equivalent amount of passion and fire. Scan the bargain bins at any CD shop, and you’ll see what I mean.
Not so for the Red Hot Organization, however – the culture-savvy international charity has spent the past 20 years fighting AIDS and raising HIV awareness through releasing countless inspired compilations. Unlike many other heart-of-gold organizations, Red Hot tends to do much more than merely compile a bunch of donated tracks to disc.
Noise Pop: Indie confidential – ‘Family’ photos gathered at Eleanor Harwood
By Michelle Broder Van Dyke
Lauren Dukoff has been photographing her friends since she was 13. It was simply serendipitous that they became famous. As a result, her photos have appeared on the cover of everything from Rolling Stone to the Guardian.
On Feb 20, at the Eleanor Harwood Gallery, Dukoff’s intimate to obscene portrayals of Devendra Banhart, Matteah Baim, Joanna Newsom, Ramblin’ Jack Elliot, and others went on display along with artwork by those featured in the photographs. The exhibit runs through March 7.
Hot sex events this week: Feb. 24-March 4
Compiled by Breena Kerr
>> Give Spanks!
Get better at telling your play-pal they’ve been very, very bad with this after hours workshop at Good Vibrations. Eve Minax will lecture and give demonstrations- hope the seats have cushions!
Wednesday/ 24, 8pm-10pm, $25 pre-registered, $30 drop-in
Good Vibrations
603 Valencia, SF
415-522-5460
www.goodvibes.com
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>> Ask the Doctors: Assume the Positions with Carol and Robert
Dr Carol Queen and Dr Robert Lawrence share their collective expertise on how to increase pleasure with a variety of sexual positions. They promise the yoga pro and unbendable alike the chance to learn something new and win a “Ramp” or “Wedge” courtesy of Good Vibrations
Thursday/ 26, 6:30pm-7:30pm, Free!
Good Vibrations
1620 Polk, SF
(415) 345-0400
www.goodvibes.com
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>> Boots
Are your boots made for dancing? Then pull ‘em on boys and head to CHAPS II for “local” drink specials from $2.50-5, no cover and electro-indie-wave-house music.
Friday/ 27, 9pm-2am
Chaps Bar
1225 Folsom, SF
ChapsBarSanFrancisco.com
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>> Burlesque at the Va Va Voom Room
A weekly event every Friday and Saturday night, come to this Bay Area Cabaret and see one of the best burlesque shows in town. 90 minutes of corset-unbuttoning fun, with a full bar and live jazz to boot. Hold on to your pasties.
Saturday/ 28, 11pm-12:30am
Va Va Voom Room
2467 Pacific, SF
www.vavavoomroom.com
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>> Jack ‘n’ Jill Off
Ever been in bed with your vibrator or your hand and thought; I wish I could just share this with someone. Well now you can! The Center for Sex and Culture is holding a pan-gender event where everyone can sit in a circle and sing cum by ahhhhhhhhhhhh… together!
Sunday/ March 1, 4:30pm- doors open, 5pm event begins
$5-10 women and trans-folk, $20-25 men, $30-35 couples
The Center for Sex and Culture
1519 Mission, SF
415-255-1155
www.centerforsexandculture.com
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>> Bathe With the Opposite Sex
Every Tuesday San Francisco’s only wellness spa offers communal bathing, this Japan town spa event features public baths that go co-ed. Complimentary bath products and body polishing sea salts. Bathing suits required. Darn.
Tuesday/ 3, 10am, $20
Kabuki Springs and Spa
1750 Geary, SF
415.922.6000
www.kabukisprings.com
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>> Lindy Hop Dance Series
Back in my grandfather’s day, it wasn’t even called “sex” yet. But I’ll be goshdarned if they couldn’t do a hot Lindy Hop- the key was figuring out who was going to lead. Bring your boyfriend and be ready to swing… Charleston style. Intermediate dancers.
Wed/ 4, 7pm-9pm, $35
Live Art Gallery
151 Potrero, SF
www.queerjitterbugs.com
Details of Chronicle ‘s cost-cutting/closing scenarios emerge
Text by Sarah Phelan
Proposed cuts at the Chron will be painful and could even be fatal for the city’s most influential daily.
Cutting half the Chronicle’s staff. Outsourcing operations. Busting the union. Selling the Chronicle to media baron Dean Singleton. Closing down the paper entirely.
All these equally strange and bleak media futures were hovering on the Chronicle’s horizon, as representatives for the paper and Hearst Corporation met with leaders of the Northern California Media Workers Guild today, in an effort to keep the Chronicle open, after Hearst announced it will close San Francisco’s daily paper, if cost-cutting plans don’t pan out.
After a morning meeting spilled into the afternoon, representatives from Northern California Media Workers Guild released a bulletin, saying they met with reps from the Chron and Hearst to discuss “the cost-cutting proposal.”
“We opened the meeting by underscoring our commitment to our membership and the community to do all we can to reach an agreement that will keep The Chronicle open and return it to profitability,” Guild representatives stated.
But Jerry Roberts, a former Chronicle managing editor, burst out laughing, when informed by phone that one of the aims that emerged from that meeting was to return to profitability a paper that has lost $50 million a year.
“That will definitely be an uphill slog,” said Roberts, who left the Chronicle seven years ago to become editor of the Santa Barbara News-Press and is now an adviser to the Daily Nexus, UC Santa Barbara’s student newspaper.
Street Threads: Look of the Day
SFBG photog Ariel Soto scoops SF street fashion. See the previous Look of the Day here.
Today’s Look: Madeliaine, Mission and 19th St.
Tell us about your look: “No comment…”
Sit-Down Specials: Haute cuisine for beginners (and paupers)
SFBG’s Diana Dunkelberger digs her fork into a deliciously local low-price menu every week. Check out her most recent installment here.
Blackened beef carpaccio and crisp salsify with rocket, corn cream and a basil emulsion. Brandade of salt cod with crostini and pequillo peppers. Ossobuco with gremolata, risotto milanese, grilled radicchio, tomato confit and parmesan bone marrow crisp. At Carême 350, you can have courses like these for just a fraction above the cost of the raw ingredients.
Cruising Craigslist:This week’s best personals
Each week, Justin Juul combs the SF Craigslist Personals and Missed Connections for true gems that prove there’s enough love for everyone. View his last installment here.
Taking public transportation to work can be boring, but it doesn’t have to suck completely. I mean, you never know right? If you were to pull your head out of your iPhone for a second, you might just lock eyes with your future soul mate. You might find a drinking buddy or new member for your book club. And that’s just the beginning. MUNI and BART may be brimming with lost tourists, stuffy businessmen, and panhandlers, but those trains and busses are also full of sex…or at the very least, unrequited lust. If you could read the minds of your fellow passengers, you’d see that all those boring people are, in fact, pretty damn saucy. Take that preppy-looking girl with the curly hair who always gets off at Stockton & Kearny. She may look like she’s preoccupied with work stuff, but she’s actually in the middle of a hot and heavy groping session with the passenger behind her. Then there’s that scruffy old man who sits next to you on BART every morning. He likes the way you smell so much that he goes home everyday and…well, maybe it’s better we can’t read minds. And maybe we should hold off on acknowledging our neighbors until we check the missed connections posts on Craigslist to see who we’re dealing with.
2002 N-Judah Muni at Civic Center Station – w4m (downtown / civic / van ness)
Reply to: [redacted]
Date: 2009-02-19, 8:56AM PST
In 2002, I was riding an inbound N-Judah MUNI -not too crowded but a few people standing. I was sitting alone on the right aisle next to the door on the back half of the train facing the front… possibly listening to music and rather oblivious to my surroundings.
Then, when the train stopped at (what I’m pretty sure was) the Civic Center station, you tapped me on my shoulder from behind. Surprised, I turned in your direction and you said something like “you’re beautiful” to me as you were getting off the train with another male (friend).
I had no time to react because the door closed as soon as you stepped off.
I don’t really remember much of how you looked like other than I think you had curly dark (black) hair of medium-short length. This happened almost 7 years ago, but I still think about it constantly.
Picks from San Jose’s Cinequest Film Festival
By Natalie Gregory
The three films I have watched from this year’s Cinequest all feature characters grappling with different life periods. In Swiss entry Another Man, Francois deals with a quarter-life crisis: he’s trying to find his voice as a film critic, but is constrained by his small-town surroundings and lack of actual experience. In Euforia , from Mexico, Pat is obsessed with the accomplishments of his youth and is hopeless in his middle age. In The Caller, Frank is an older man, accepting of his fate, trying to understand the course of his life.
Frank Langella plays a corporate whistleblower in The Caller.
Noise Pop: Antony and the Johnsons emerge from the shadows
Wailin’: Antony and the Johnsons at the Masonic. All photos by Ariel Soto.
By Ariel Soto
Antony and the Johnsons performed at Nob Hill Masonic Center on Feb. 24, the first night of the Noise Pop music festival. The stage was lit by nothing more than seemingly soft candle light. The audience grew ever so quiet as Antony began to play the piano, his voice stretching and weaving throughout the auditorium. Between songs, he spoke about how he felt to be back in San Francisco, remembering the days when he used to panhandle down near Union Square.
Times have obviously changed: instead of shivvering in the cold, he’s now playing to packed concert halls full of adoring fans. Antony is the star of the band, but it’s obvious that he’s rather shy, dipping behind shadows, letting the audience just barely get a glimpse of that luscious black hair.
Peepshow: Sex Styles with the godfather of pornocore
Each week Justin Juul highlights a rad upcoming local sexy event.
Who Kool Keith is an underground hip-hop artist who raps about dinosaurs, aliens, robots, Elvis Presley, and murder. But that’s all beside the point because the only thing Kool Keith really cares about is sex. An adventurous and non-discriminating fornicator, Kool Keith writes eroto-biographical lyrics so weird and raunchy they make Too Short sound like a thugged out version of Dr Seuss. It’s true that he’s matured a little since the release of “Sex Styles,” “Dr. Octogynecologist,” and “Spankmaster,” but…actually, scratch that. Kool Keith hasn’t matured at all. I mean, sure he talks about global warming sometimes, but his most recent albums feature songs/skits with names “Booty Clap,” “Our Operators are Masturbating,” and “Eat It.” Plus, he hangs out with Ice T and Princess Superstar every day. ‘Nuff said.
What This show is called “Kool Keith: Dr. Octagon vs. Dr Doom,” which probably sounds confusing if you’re not familiar with Keith’s multiple personalities. Here’s a little background. Keith’s most famous alter ego, Dr. Octagon, is an extraterrestrial time traveling gynecologist from Jupiter who likes anal sex and shark meat. He has yellow eyes, a green face, and a pink-and-white Afro. Dr. Doom is a serial killer who eats other humans and breeds rats. Doom and Octagon got into a little scuffle about 10 years ago and Octagon lost. He died. Or at least that’s how it seemed. Somehow Dr. Octagon managed to record an album and make some videos back in 2006. This really pissed Dr. Doom off so now they’re having a musical re-match that’s bound to last an eternity (check the video footage here). Expect Dr. Sperm, Alien Man, Mr. Nogatco, Willie Biggs, Jimmy Steele, and many many others to appear. Mike Relm, Crown City Rockers, and Hopsin will also be performing. Dj set by Kut Masta Kurt. This show is part of Noise Pop.
Where The Mezzanine (444 Jessie, SF). Tickets ($18).
When Thursday, February 26th. 8pm.
Why “Big Sniff is back. Word to honey’s ass crack.” –Kool Keith, The Mack is Back
Street Threads: Look of the Day
SFBG photog Ariel Soto scoops SF street fashion. See the previous Look of the Day here.
Today’s Look: Omar, Mission and 19th St.
Tell us about your look: “My style is rocker all the way.”
The Larder: Smell, don’t speak
Diana Dunkelberger gets the scoop on yummy local edibles. View her last installment here.
Yesterday evening, on my way to a friend’s house for dinner, I got it in mind to bring with me an extra special cheese. So I marched on over to Cheese Plus, a shop you can easily find with your eyes closed if the wind is blowing just right. The hundreds of cheeses here work together to produce thick, billowing clouds of the loveliest, most exquisite stench you have ever inhaled. After making a beeline to the cheese display in the back of the store, I spent at least 20 minutes hemming and hawing and sampling and re-sampling (you know, just to make sure). Then finally, inexplicably, I landed on the tiniest package there: California Crottin goat cheese, made by the Redwood Hill Farm & Creamery in Sonoma.
