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I grew up in a liberal family in a conservative suburb of
Chicago. When it occassionally came up that I have gay relatives, my
not-so-liberal friends were always ready to heckle me about it.
So I usually stayed quiet on that subject. It wasn't
an easier discussion when I went to college in Montana, a Conrad
Burns-governed red state where gun racks and pickup trucks were as
common as gay-pride flags and chihuahuas are in the Castro. After more than
20 winters among the "right," it was time to explore the other side.
Now, the days are warmer, and different choices abound. I've only been
here a few years, and yes, there are people and places I miss, but here
in the Golden state, life's never been better for the Bloom family—it
just feels like home. However, not until this morning did the city really stand up to its so-called "San Francisco values." I can't wait to revel in the uproar from conservative pundits, the executive branch, and Mark Morford's hate mail.
Check out San Francisco magazine's in-depth feature on Dennis Herrera's hard-fought battle to bring marriage equality to California. It was a long time coming.
Cell phone dropping calls constantly? Bills getting as complex as your taxes? Forget
According to many women, the lesbian moment in the Bay Area has heteros acting very odd.
Our sexpert chats up a Marina divorcee determined to let her hair down. Way down.
The summer outdoor festival season is upon us. With mass gatherings of shade tents, veggie corn dogs, and more muffin tops than the eye should see, San Francisco loves to celebrate itself. But let’s not forget that all street fairs are not created equal. Here’s the proof.
When it comes to applying for college, some well-connected Bay Area kids have a secret edge: a coach named Mary Clarke.
The symphony's opening night and amfAR's preparty at Louis Vuitton have become the events to kick off the season.