You can still get a decent car wash at Cactus on North Federal Highway in Fort Lauderdale, but you can't read SFGN there anymore.

SFGN Publisher Norm Kent celebrated the first anniversary of his radio show this week, but not with the party of guests he hoped for and wanted. 

For so many, 2020 has been a year you would rather forget. No, it is a year to remember.  

U.S. Christian groups spend millions in Africa to stop LGBT progress, and LGBT employees in Japan stay in the closet.

These winners were chosen by readers for SFGN's Best of Miami-Dade's Restaurant, Politician, and more.

“If a bullet should enter my brain, let that bullet destroy every closet door.” - Harvey Milk

The first of a four-part series.

The Florida Agenda used to publish news. Now it just makes news.

This week read about the possibility of Lewis Freese becoming the first male model on Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue, JoJo Siwa embracing her sexuality after handling the backlash of coming out, and Lady Gaga's third album re-entering the charts.

(WB) Yariel Valdés González began his new life of freedom in this country a year ago today.

(WB) A gay man from Guatemala who has asked for asylum in the U.S. runs a project that helps LGBT asylum seekers in a Mexican border city.

When I write my columns for SFGN, sometimes I must remember all my readers were not 18 years old in 1968, that some of you may not remember Vietnam, Watergate or Woodstock. Some of you may not even know George Carlin.

At a recent commission meeting, a resident in our community referred to me as “living in the world of the Jetsons” because I expressed a desire for our city to focus on other modes of transportation in addition to cars.

In 2010, SFGN was born. This is the beginning of our 11th year, but it’s the 20th anniversary of a free gay press in Broward County. 

Forget what the pundits are not telling you. You have me.

Fifty years ago, as a sophomore at the Harvard of Hempstead, Hofstra University, I won the college’s Public Speaking Contest. I was so proud.   

I grew up and went to school in the shadow of the World Trade Center. The morning of September 11, 2001 is etched into my soul, now and forever. They blew up the place I called home.

One year ago, before a pandemic would change our lives forever, the Mayor of Wilton Manors Justin Flippen died suddenly of a brain aneurysm.

All signs indicate that the streets of Wilton Manors will be packed this weekend.

As you turn your television sets on next week, you will hear trial managers from the House of Representatives presenting evidence against the former President of the United States in the U.S. Senate. 

There is nothing more unsurprising than Donald Trump’s refusal to accept defeat. The witch who is not dead yet is refusing to die. The world is celebrating anyway.  

There is nothing more unsurprising than Donald Trump’s refusal to accept defeat. The witch who is not dead yet is refusing to die. The world is celebrating anyway.  

Life is a blank tablet. We complete the slate each day with the decisions we make. We color it in with pastels of pleasure or portals of pain. It’s our call, our pencil, our paintbrush.   

Al Gibson was a friendly fixture in the South Florida Hospitality Industry for decades, managing Johnny’s Bar on West Broward Boulevard and then LeBoy, when it was owned by his close friend, Sean David.

Last week, the National Coming Out Day came and went — too quietly.  

The cards you collected as kids are soaring in value.

Well, Donald Trump got to build his wall after all. Unfortunately, it was in Washington, D.C.  

I want to end this pandemically challenged and covidically compromised year with an upbeat editorial. I want to, but I can’t.

In a year of incalculable losses, our community has now suffered an immeasurable one.

Wilton Manors is the epicenter of South Florida’s LGBT centric community. It has been for nearly 20 years.

There comes a time when we all have to stand naked before the cannon.