Fiction
SF Mime Troupe Celebrates 60 years with musical comedy “Treasure Island”
It says it right on the side of the giant truck that transports their self-contained outdoor theater set: “Not that kind of mime!” Far from being silent, the San Francisco Mime Troupe has presented musical comedies in the parks for 60 years, making them the longest running political comedy troupe
Broke-Ass Honeymoon: How To Do It On A Shoestring
By Genie Cartier Getting married is fucking expensive. Even if you don’t buy into the wedding industry’s insane money-burning-bullshit pressure, if you have a wedding and there are more than a few people there, chances are you just spent a big chunk of your savings on it. And if you
When a Work Email Chain Goes Very Very Wrong
by Devin Holt Editor’s note: Most stories are made out of paragraphs that lead to the next paragraph. This fictional account of an email thread gone very, very wrong uses a slightly different format.
How to Talk to Women Without Harassing Them
How to Talk to Women Without Harassing Them: Guidelines for Well-Intentioned Men Guest post by Genie Carter Recently, I was at Powell station looking up the Muni and Bart times on my phone and trying to quickly figure out which one to take home, and a man came up to
BAS Fiction– Them SpaceCrafts: Part 3
Them SpaceCrafts: Part 3 by Devin Holt Missed part 2? Read it here. I knew what to do as soon as I saw that map. The SpaceCraft Nikes were legendary. Word on Instagram was they only made 50 pairs, in a cross-promotion with Mistah F.A.B., the Warriors, and Google.
BAS Fiction– Them SpaceCrafts: Part Two
THEM SPACECRAFTS: Part 2 by Devin Holt Missed Part One? Read it here. I figured it out in the middle of the night: I had to go to that creepy, crumbling warehouse next door. Somehow, it would help me get Papi to come home from the fires. That’s what Mom,
BAS Fiction– Them SpaceCrafts: Part One
THEM SPACECRAFTS: Part One by Devin Holt Turns out it’s good that Aunt Tina is so bitchy. Because if she wasn’t, none of this would have happened. Papi would have got burned in the fires, we never would have found them SpaceCrafts, and Damone wouldn’t be two-inches from becoming my