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 […]
Tag: San Francisco
The Dirty Dick
A Dirty Dick is a brostastic (yeah…in his head) upwardly mobile-looking, decent-seeming dude, that tosses his hot cigarette butt on the (wooden – like, really?) temporary bus platform that has been set up in front of my front door, without a single care in the world. Not a one. Such is the Dirty Dick’s gall that […]
Playlist Rainbow X 2019
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 […]
The Denim Diaries Cinque
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
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 […]
He Got That Play
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 […]
Postcard from the Hayes Loin
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.
#SpareaLittleChange, #SanFrancisco
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 […]
Mind Yo’ Butts!
Butts, butts, butts everywhere. Look at this one, look at that one, and at that one. People. Smokers, I do mean smokers. Smokers. If you are lucky to get your hands on some butts, the least you can do is honor dem butts by properly dispensing with ’em butts when you are done with dem […]
TreasureFest Postcard
It was a day to bundle up and head out to Treasure Island to get bomboloni from Mister Bomboloni, San Franciscos. See. It’s not all doom and gloom over here…. Couldn’t make it today, San Franciscos? Then, head out to get bomboloni from Mister Bomboloni tomorrow, hostless-Oscars Sunday, and pick up some treats for dem […]
King of Cups 