I Love You, Ex-Boyfriend!
We had a good thing, and we’re good people; but we weren’t good for each other....
We had a good thing, and we’re good people; but we weren’t good for each other....
You were cold at first, but then you offered me some of your delicious clam chowder, and we warmed up to each other....
You aren’t something the tourists are privy to. A person has to live here, or know someone who lives here, to understand the thrill of secret concrete yards, of being boxed in by Victorian giants and hemmed in by laundry and power lines behind old San Francisco apartment buildings....
Hello, out-of-town visitors. Like the sign on the Ferry Building says, “Welcome to the Port of San Francisco.” Can I get you anything? A loaf of sourdough bread, an Irish coffee, some locally made ice cream that you have to stand in line for 20 minutes for?...
By Mary Strope....
San Francisco has an incredibly diverse menagerie that have called our city their home, even if just temporarily....
The city’s last erotic peep show is slated to close in September. On what finally finished it off....
By Sarah Medina....
Some changes are big and life altering, and others are temporary and afternoon altering and reveal the sweet juxtaposition of a perfect chignon against the unkempt neck hair of a dude....
C ollege buddies, lawyer friends, retired hippie pot growers, in-laws…...
People either regale me with stories about the one time they went to a powwow because their great-great-great grandfather was 1/16th Cherokee, or people start singing “Just around the Riverbend.”...
I was born in Oakland in 1986. My first memory isn’t the most beautiful one, but I think a lot of people can relate....