SF Comes Clean With Anonymous Confessions
I was curious what this fine city’s inhabitants might be hiding, so I asked people to fill out an anonymous form with instructions to come clean about whatever they felt compelled to confess. The results...
Personal EssayA collection of 144 posts
A Week of Scandalous Anonymous Stories
By Sarah Han We’ve heard some crazy personal stories. The kind that make us laugh our asses off, our...
How I Came to Love Living in Oakland
By Sarah Medina When I graduated from UC Berkeley in the spring of 2012, I was eager to start what...
What Is the San Francisco Dream?
Illustrated by Helen Tsang When I was a kid, I was sure I’d grow up to be a writer....
San Francisco Has an Evil Twin
By Michelle Tea • Design by Jayde A. Cardinalli It can be trippy to try to remember what San Francisco first...
Why I Love Living in the Inner Sunset
By Tina Hardison • Illustrated by Yina Kim During my first couple months of living in San Francisco, I didn’t...
When Is a Little Coke Too Much?
People who do drugs every day are drug addicts, but I didn’t feel like one...
I (Don’t) Hate My Curves
By Sara Faith Alterman Last year I was having dinner at Burma Superstar when I overheard a conversation between a...
Why Is San Francisco So Hard on Single People?
By Tony Bravo I don’t know how it happened. One day I was the last single person left among...
Telling Your Friends You’re Sober
By the time my decades-long chemical spree had ended, I had published a memoir about my exploits that a sober friend called a “drunkalogue” — a reference to AA disclosures that painstakingly detail every gutter puked in, stranger punched and bedsheet peed upon....
My Gay Best Friend
By Tony Bravo, Illustrated by Jenifer Wofford “Can you come with me to the doctor?” The text was from Jacqueline,...
Friend Me
By Allie Pape It’s hard making friends in San Francisco. When I first moved here, I would have been...