I’m embarking on a new adventure. At least once a week, I am going to dedicate myself to the weird, occult, deviant, degenerate or just different things that make San Francisco a remarkable place to be alive. I want to find the places where people like me– straight, white, collared-shirt wearing males–rarely find themselves, and see what happens. These places don’t in and of themselves have to be extraordinary. They just have to feel that way to me.

First stop: burlesque lessons with Dulce de Lecherous, rising fat burlesque starlet. If I dawdle any longer, I’ll be late. Wish me luck.