Sara Femme and Roxanna Roles are gathered at Kris Tall Mighty’s sunny house near the city’s Castro district. They’re almost like a group of excited high school girls getting ready for a prom, except they’re men in drag smoking cigarettes. The three “Sisters” were together recently preparing for the 30th anniversary of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence coming out party. The Sisters began their San Francisco reign in 1979 when three bored men donned full, traditional habits of Catholic nuns and walked through the city to a nude beach. The three quickly realized that their prank had the power to both shock and amuse. Today, as an order of “rogue nuns,” the Sisters are dedicated to spreading happiness, expiating what they call “stigmatic guilt” and serving the community by raising money for a host of charities. The group has no affiliation with the Catholic Church and consists of flamboyantly cross-dressing

Maggie Mayhem is overall unassuming and professional. She has on jeans and a plaid shirt on a Saturday afternoon, and only her three-inch black peep toe heels and handcuffs slung across the straps of her purse hint at any deviant extracurricular activities. Almost immediately after she enters Day of the Dead Café, an aging photographer strikes up a conversation and asks to photograph her. Maggie sits at a circular table, poses coyly with her large iced coffee-and-chocolate-something, then stands up and shrugs her shoulders, looking as if the incident were the most natural in the world. As she rises, the photographer suddenly remembers to ask for Maggie’s name. “Maggie Mayhem,” she replies coolly. “Growing up, people always joked ‘Oh Maggie, like Maggie May.’ So I changed it a little.” With that, she grabs her coffee and walks out into the unusual winter sunshine. One might assume that Maggie, twenty-four, is

Johnny Oliver was getting frustrated. A realtor and real estate consultant, Oliver was facing a financial crisis and the kind of ennui that’s become common among Bay Area residents. With nothing to sell and what he had not selling, Oliver enrolled in a graphic design class. Relinquishing himself to the powers of his computer, Oliver created what some have deemed one of the most sacrilegious pieces of political merchandise to come out of this year’s prolonged election season, while others consider it to be among the most clever. Oliver is the creator of votive candles that have President Obama’s head on the body of St. Martin de Porres, one of the first black saints in the Americas. In San Francisco’s Noe Valley, Just For Fun’s window display includes, along with 10-inch votives, a 2-foot high Saint Obama candle priced at $395.95. It looms over busy 24th Street. The store’s owners,

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