Thanks for the tip, Mission Love Advice!
Some couple (not pictured) is going to be making out all day today at SFMOMA (pictured). It’s for art’s sake:
The performance will take place at the Atrium of SFMOMA from the time door opens (11:00am) till the time door closes (5:45pm), during which time the couple will be continuously making out in public view. The Atrium is a transitional space in SFMOMA which does not require a ticket to enter.
Cool! Free show! Let’s head on over and see how heavy it gets.
What? You weren’t ready for Fitzgerald Friday? Well then, it’s time to get reacquainted! Might I suggest starting out with one of my personal favorites: May Day, a tale of drunken debauchery on a warm May night in 1919 New York?
Perhaps you’re the sensitive type, in which case you might be better served by “The Diamond As Big As the Ritz.” Or maybe it’s time for a makeover, so follow along as “Bernice Bobs Her Hair.” If you’ve got a lot of spare time today, might as well go all the way with The Great Gatsby. At the very least, try the “Nintendo” adaptation!
For some reason, every time I read F. Scott, I get this shot of confidence that makes me feel like I can do anything (like get a bloody mary for lunch)! Are there any other authors that do that for you (besides Hunter S.)?
Mission Boyfriends, an examination of what it’s like dating dudes here in the neighborhood, is advising women not to overlook certain red flags:
Here is a list of red flags that I chose to overlook. Bad choice.
- Whilst fucking he said “I don’t want to get you pregnant…at least not right now”
- When I asked him what kinda kinky shit he was into (hinting at something we could do together) he responded with : “well, ive always been into Asians. Then I got into pregnant chicks. Then I got into pregnant Asians, and then I got into trannys.”
Hmm. Read on to see how our heroine chose to deal with this situation.
Some fetishists next to me in line for food at last night’s SFMOMA/Noise Pop event were real excited:
“Dude, check out the way she’s stirring the fondue.”
“I know. Dude, check out her ergonomic elbow sleeve.”
“Dude, I know.”
“Oh man.”
Wild stuff, right? Maybe it was all part of the art.
Well, it may not have been as scandalous as the orgy in Dolores Park, but if you’re going at it for more than ten minutes in a crowded bar, you’re bound to have someone yell this at you (before they ride away listening to Kraftwerk).
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!