Before the crowds and cocktails, Waikiki mornings offer a softer, sleepier kind of magic — filled with surfers, dog walkers, and the occasional still-tipsy tourist.

Why is fish so hard to find in Hawaii? We’re surrounded by ocean but still somehow drowning in mediocrity. Here's why local seafood is often elusive, overpriced, or just not that fresh.

Fifty trivia nights. Two years of brilliance. Zero grift. And not a sad, washed-up bar stool in sight.

From neon dives to underground art, Chinatown is O‘ahu’s scrappy heart of queer nightlife — and more.

Onya won! Sam Star looked good on paper — and nowhere else. How did she make it past Susie Toot, flopped Snatch or not?

In a place where it's always hot, what we wear says as much about our bodies as it does the weather.

Yes, it’s a little gloomy out there—but don’t let the clouds fool you. UV rays don’t care about your overcast Instagram aesthetic. Here’s your sassy reminder to wear sunscreen even when the sun’s playing hard to get.

Three rounds. One theme. Wednesday night is all about the power of one. One-named stars. One-word bangers. One-hit wonders. It’s musical minimalism with maximum drama.

Want to eat like a local? Better yet, like a local gay man with excellent taste and no patience for bad poke or bland brunch. We’ve rounded up some of the best Hawaii restaurants that serve serious flavor and a side of fierce.

Local bartenders, brunch servers, queens and beach cruisers—brace yourselves. Tariffs are creeping into paradise, and it’s not just tourists who’ll feel it. Here's how global economics is shaking up everyday queer life in the islands.

It’s not just petty—it’s predictive. The whispers you hear at the bar on Saturday night might be tomorrow’s headline. Or someone’s new drag name. Or both. Welcome to Waikiki, where gossip isn’t a sin—it’s a civic duty.

Sun. Views. Thighs. If you’re queer, outdoorsy, and a little bit extra, there's one Oʻahu trail that always delivers the serotonin and the scenery.

You came to lift weights. He came to lift spirits. Or at least your towel. In Hawaii, the gym isn't just for gains—it's for gay stares and discreet winks. But globally? Let’s just say the Grindr-in-public debate is reaching Olympic levels.

The skies tried to shut it down, but the crowd—and the kaftans—showed up anyway. Musical Bingo at Wang Chung’s turned a rainy Tuesday into a glittery sing-along that nobody wanted to end.

There’s something about hearing a song from the early 2000s while you’re sitting under a palm tree that just… hits different. Whether it’s Britney, Beyoncé, or a raspy-voiced banger, the soundtrack of your youth sounds a little sweeter with a mai tai in hand.

Six teams. One theme. Endless diagnosis jokes. Our “I’m Not A Doctor” trivia night at Wang Chung’s brought the brains, the shade, and a whole lot of laughter. Paging Dr. Fabulous—your prescription is ready.

Forget the Monday blues. In Waikiki, Mondays come with tradewinds, a splash of sun, and a side of trivia. Whether you’re a local easing into the week or a visitor wondering what day it is—this is your sign to lean in and play along.

A little drizzle doesn’t ruin your plans—it makes them cozier. Rain in Waikiki isn’t a vibe-killer, it’s a gentle reminder to pause. Order in, curl up, or make it a museum day. Even the sky in Hawaii knows when you need a break.

We all say we’re doing something “different” tonight. And yet, by 11 PM, there we are—on the lanai, drink in hand, pretending this is all a coincidence. Hula’s is that ex you keep coming back to. Predictable? Yes. Essential? Also yes.

You ever notice how the ocean doesn’t care what kind of day you’re having—but somehow it always makes it better? Whether you’re floating at Queen’s Surf or just staring out past the reef, the water reminds you to let it go. Because Hawaii doesn’t ask you to be perfect—it just lets you be.