Notes from Folsom Street Fair

Sex on Tuesday

Leather and latex cover some parts of the bodies at Folsom, but not the parts that society typically asks of clothing. Some folk are bound by rope and chain — others are led by their partner by collar and leash, often wearing full-head leather masks. A woman’s limbs are arranged
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‘Love’ in a bus

You have love on your jacket,” said a man next to me. I nod and keep staring out the window. He is a foot taller than me. The canvas coat he wears is stained with grease, and he smells like a gutter. Moments earlier, he said he had served in
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I hella love Berkeley

Tales of Two Cities

One morning this past August, at 5:07 a.m. in Farmington Hills, Mich., it seemed the only thing that would get me out of bed after the lousy three hours of sleep I got would either be some magical burst of inhuman strength or an earthquake (and I wasn’t so sure
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Moving past a violent culture

The Berkeley Circus

A simple ratio of gun ownership to gun homicide shows an average American person is three times more likely to be killed by gun homicide than an average Swiss person is. Americans not only have more guns, but they’re also more likely to use those guns to commit homicide. But it’s
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Let’s talk about consent, again

Sex on Tuesday

I’d like to start off this semester’s column by revisiting consent, given how many people feel they have had their consent violated in the past. For the most part, I’ll wager that whoever violated their consent wasn’t some demonic-eyed, evil rapist
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Looking beyond the buildings

Urban Animal

One night last spring, I went hiking with a housemate whom I disliked but who had brought whiskey along. On the way to the Big C, I told him I was living off of coffee, sleeping in class and wearing dirty clothes. For both of us, at some point the
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Feminist finds unlikely allies

Now, I’m not saying these guys are perfect. Far from it, in fact. I’m not even saying they’re feminists. That’s Ryan Gosling’s thing, and I wouldn’t dare try to steal any thunder from the demigod of male feminists. It would be idolatry and, I’d  have to answer to the high
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Off the beat: It’s time to cut the judgment

I shaved my head last week. It was kind of an accident. I’ve had long hair my whole life. I’ve spent untold hours combing, washing, brushing, drying, styling and fretting over my hair. Now, it’s barely half an inch long. I had bleached my hair white-blonde several months ago and had
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Off the beat: Harassment on the street hurts

Picture this: It’s a sweltering summer day, and you’re riding the BART train. Then a man enters the cabin and sits next to you. He turns to you and begins mumbling, calling you “honey” and “sexy” under his breath.
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