Tagged With: San Francisco
I learned how to get along
I am writing an article about a rally being held just outside my house. I was all set to start my article when they started singing “I Will Survive.” Now I cannot stop singing “I Will Survive” in the style of Cake,* tapping my nails against the keyboard and grooving my head around. I wish … Continue reading
Still smarting (off)
I went to a party for gay black people on Friday night. Everyone was so nice to me, but I still felt like a sore thumb. (Willow: But do they really? Stick out? I mean, have you ever seen a thumb and thought, “Whoa, that baby is sore”? Xander: You have too many thoughts.) Later … Continue reading
I don’t want to alarm you, but I’m pretty sure the Mayor is in love with me.
Yesterday I went to a press conference in Chinatown (forget it, Jake) where the Mayor was speaking. I sat up front, against the advice of my fourteen year old back-of-the-class brain, to try and let my tape recorder hear what was going on.* Anyway, I was basically face to face with him and I swear … Continue reading
How to make urban tea
I am steeping in San Francisco. Little frayed pieces of my bones and muscles wriggle out along the streets, along the avenues, all the way to the sea. San Francisco is steeping in me. Streetcars run up and down my spine, dinging their happy idiot bells, and Coit Tower spears out through my heart, a … Continue reading
On returning from the Castro Safeway
ME: They had this whole display at Safeway of “Films for Guys” DVDs. GENE: You didn’t… ME: No, I didn’t buy anything. But I was curious to see what constitutes a guy film. GENE: And? ME: Taming of the Shrew, starring Elizabeth Taylor. GENE: Huh. ME: Our neighborhood is…different.
The lions and the Christians
Found this in an old letter that I never got around to sending and thought I would recycle it. This is from 2004: Gene recently decided he wanted to make his own cologne so that he didn’t smell like anyone else. He had heard that the Body Shop had ingredients for making one’s own scent, … Continue reading
Late
MUNI put a rock to my scissors again last night on my way to my first Italian class. Even with extra time padded into the lining of my transit schedule, still the late bus made me late for lecture. And then I was all sweaty from rushing. I’m always a little surprised to find I … Continue reading
My faulty understanding of financial realities
ME: I found a perfect house for us to buy. [Shows ad for perfect house.] GENE: We can’t afford that. ME: I thought you could get a real estate loan? GENE: Not for that much. ME: It seems like if we want it bad enough, the extra money should just appear. GENE: Nope, because we … Continue reading
In which I am captured by hair dressers
It’s 2:30 on Wednesday afternoon and I’m sitting in a hotel suite while two strangers fondle my hair. Alas, it’s not the prelude to an orgy blog: it’s fashion. While striding along in my dressy togs today, late for a fancy-pants luncheon/fund-raiser, I was stopped by a lovely girl who gave me a flyer that … Continue reading
Please. Stop.
A few weeks ago, I was heading downtown to meet my dad. Zooming through the MUNI tunnels with my nose in a book, I finally noticed we were zooming faster than usual. In fact, “I can’t stop,” said the conductor apologetically — and said again, with rising panic, as we whizzed through Civic Center and … Continue reading