Labels and dichotomies are poison - no one knows that better than Bacchus Paine. She's watched the words, the concepts, "straight" and "gay" and "male" and "female,"cause trouble time and time again. Everywhere she turns, it seems she faces the consequences of some ill-fitting label - both for herself and the men and women around her. Challenging those entrenched labels is proving more than she can muster. Amidst the festivals of San Francisco, characters of their own, she tells how following a trail of disastrous attempts at fitting square pegs into round labels actually brings a wholly...