Toasting Melba and m00nchild

Some weeks, wasted hours of blog searches yield nothing but absolute crap, especially on the "LGBT" front, and especially when it comes to this particular group in SF. (Sample quotes from blogs discovered: "Here I am with my boyfriend and a porn star at the Castro Street Fair. Woof. Woof." "Here we are with all those hot, hot 425 pound bears at Hairison Street Fair. Aren't big boys just too caliente?" "Here was are at the La-Z-Bear Weekend in fabulously rustic Guerneville." My reaction: "Egads, no, give me back my chopsticks so I can poke my eyes out now!")

But this week I was pleased to come in contact with one super cool local who operates the sweetly sinister, viciously vivacious blog Lunacy's Child. Besides being cute as a button (I say that a lot, don't I?), he deliciously lays out everything in a way that's caustic but not completely jaded. His observations about gay life in SF are spot on, and he seems to find light at the end of the often hopeless tunnel called being gay in San Francisco. It can be a wretched little flower in this berg by the Bay, but sometimes in all its alienating friendliness comes a sweet, swift kick of hope.

On top of that, Lunacy's Child also has an great DJ site called m00nchild (zeros not Os) with some really great mixes. I'd given up on "dance music" eons ago, especially the soulless crap that I hear coming out of so many bars or pathetic HiNRG internet or air wave stations. His stuff has a great 1977-1979 vibe, giving a sense of a time that was not his and does not exactly embody what it really was but is still a wonderful place to make dreams of. I've been listening to his stuff all day, feeling a little more bounce in my step, twirling around the JunkPlex and thinking "Wow, I'd love to live in a city that had this kind of music. Oh, wow, I do."

And anyone under 40 that digs Melba Moore in her prime is pretty cool in my book. Glad I came across this child of lunacy and the moon, and I look forward to reading more of his blurbs.