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A group that bills itself as the Marin Breastfeeding Coalition has started an unusual campaign in Marin County to get women to breastfeed their babies. In the next coming weeks, life-sized cardboard cutouts of woman breastfeeding will be put up across the North Bay, with cutouts of the making their debut this week at The Village shopping center in Corte Madera. (To check out images of the ads, go here and here.)

                           

Yesterday's Up Your Alley Fair is what the Folsom Street Fair used to be before all the tourists pushing baby strollers started showing up. More than 8,000 leather daddies -- and as many as perhaps a dozen biological women -- braved the cold fog wearing little more than a gimp mask and a smile to benefit PAWS, the AIDS Emergency Fund, and others. We tried to limit the amount of naked penis visible in these shots, but in that kind of environment there's only so much a photographer can do. The fully-lubed, unexpurgated photoset can be can be found at DJTennessee's flickr page, as well as a few over at Nature abhors a vacuum.

Gee, this is rich. At a sci-fi conference in Michigan recently, some gent kindly created a system that allowed women to easily express permission for men to fondle them -- what an altruist! And his remarkable, breathtaking, totally unforeseeable discovery: people feel uncomfortable when they are asked to publicly specify their preferred level of anonymous sexual contact.

Oh my.

-- The Breasts of Sherry Glaser: The protest-y Miss Glaser's comedy and peace activism show runs the gamut from her unsheathed mammary glands to an interpretation of 9/11 and the Twin Towers falling down. Oh my. (Warning: audience participation will occur!) Starts at 7:30 p.m. at The Marsh; $10-15.

The nicer the weather gets, the busier we get across the Ist-A-Verse. But we like being busy. Here's a peek at what we've been up to since last week!

SFist interviews Artis Mark Mulroney

If you've been as disappointed with "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" as we have, then you might be approaching the similarly-themed sitcom "30 Rock," which premieres tonight at 8 p.m. on NBC, with a bit of trepidation. If a so-called "master" like Aaron Sorkin can't write a compelling show about the backstage antics of a late night comedy program, how could a mere "SNL" alum like Tina Fey do any better?

The week between Xmas and New Year's always makes us into shut-ins. Plus, it's raining, like, all the time. We're broke. We're pervs. And there's nothing on TV.

Christmas is all about boobs.

Happy Halloween all you tube boobs! We sort of covered scary TV last week, so if you haven't burned your retinas watching "Breaking Bonaduce," (his jerkdom burns with the intensity of 1,000 suns!), and you still want to spend Halloween watching something scary, we suggest turning on Turner Classic Movies and calling it a day. They've got all the creepiness you need on this All Hallow's Eve.

Welcome to the fifth and final edition of this week's SFist Watches TV This Week extravaganza! We can hardly believe how quickly the week has gone, nor how many shows we've watched. And thank God it's Friday, because that means our viewing choices are, thanfully, a lot slimmer than they were last night.

Humpy young boys hook up, then get decapitated -- what's not to love? , a gay/horror crossover movie, opens today at the Lumiere in SF and the Shattuck in Berkeley. We caught a sneak preview earlier this week with an enthusiastic crowd at the Bridge, and had a swell time. The movie shifts between cheesy-gay-romance and cheesy-horror, comfortably hitting all the notes we've come to expect from both genres: one minute, there's the "shy nerd learning to trust in himself" scene; the next minute, there's the "twitching headless body in a bathroom stall" scene. Good times.

We're up to our armpits in television this week watching new shows and falling back into the warm embrace of returning favorites. But tonight is probably the night we've been looking forward to the most.

You know what SFist loves? Tits. There. We said it. Love 'em! And we're quite sure many of you love them, too. So we want to remind you that this weekend is the San Francisco edition of the Avon Breast Cancer walk. We've got a couple of friends walking in the SF walk this year and one super crazy one who's walking in all of them across the country. That's some committment to boobs.

We don't mean to ALARM you ... but it's possible that President Kennedy is in VERY GRAVE DANGER.

Getting pregnant is a wonderful, beautiful thing. There’s the special joy in knowing that a life grows inside you, the hormones make you all blissed out, and suddenly your mother-in-law treats you like a sacred vessel. But it sucks when you no longer can button your Diesel jeans, and your boobs get so big that all your shirts are rendered indecent.