That’s the name of the event, we swear! Once a month, Santos’ Party House hosts the long-running “rare party for raw queers”—and if you need to know more, heed this advice: “Straights welcome with queer chaperones.”
Martin Luther King told of his growing nightmares and his enduring dreams in the rolling, hypnotic cadences of the rural preacher. But it was the humane, incorruptible mystique of the man that won the crowd, his crescendo phrases winning affirmations of “amen” and “Say it, brother” again and again.
After a decades-long fight that pitted a multicultural community center against for-profit dorms, a court ruling has put the long-vacant building back into play
