What…a summer it has been. At least, some of it was fun. Because we were free. And do not forget: Love is free. Cosmic Love Babies (Laugh Factory) Let’s Get Loud On the Balcony of the Casa Rosada/Don’t Cry for Me Argentina Come Alive Detalles Truth Hurts Honey
So I was told to “go back,” today at work. “Back where I came from.” By – who else – an old, white, male friggin’ toothless monster. This happened. In America, in 2019. In San Francisco. So much for peace and love. What happened around here? The Summer of Love was not that long ago. Without going […]
This happened. In America, in 2019. In San Francisco. A woman asked me which bottle of sauce would be spicier. This happened at my job, about which I haven’t written much because this isn’t about them and I don’t want inferences getting made about them because this isn’t about them, and that is not the […]
A 311 request, for the day: “Broken bottles, car-window bits, cigarette butts, poop – in every other planter or tree square two-three blocks from City Hall. What a disgrace! I put a request for something similar across the street [18 days ago, OK – this is why you keep receipts, people) and y’all couldn’t clean […]
Pride is being. Here and now. Pride is the Golden Rule. It’s looking at people in the eye when you need or want something from them, like at the store or the bank or the post office. It’s saying “Hello,” “Please,” and “Thank you.” It’s also offering something, too. It’s Ama Sua, Ama Llulla, Ama Quella […]
She touched the ground on the sidewalk, a show for the northbound traffic. It was hot. So hot. Too hot to keep at it. It was that hot. Hot ground. Point gotten. Across the street she reached down to the ground again, to touch it. She’d been committed to honoring the spirit of the Girl […]
Dear Neighbors, It’s sooo easy. Easy as one, two, one, two. All you actually gotta do is get involved. Actually, properly involved. Marchin’ and donatin’ and commiseratin’ online are all fine things to do, but you gotta walk the talk. Otherwise that shit will stew. Take it from me. The sad story I see unfolding […]
Once upon a time in 2010, during a FAM trip for writers to Fort Lauderdale, I met my friend, the Maplewood, N.J.,-based playwright Tim Pinckney. Last winter, Tim came to San Francisco to debut his play Still at Risk at the New Conservatory Theatre Center. A bit of a period piece set post-AIDS crisis, Still […]
The Hayes Loin. Make it happen. The rain has cleared for now. It’s (still) beyond-chilly. And windy. But the sky is clearer than it’s been in days. Weeks, even. It’s been a winter. I’ll take it. Sutro Tower’s was ready for a moment. Clique click.
There is a man, a seemingly homeless man (quite likely a drug user, but not a junkie), who sits out on the corner of where we live out here in the middle of San Francisco and who, without fail, almost always (no joke, I’m talkin’ pretty much every afternoon for the past four years) asks […]
