Travel Writings
Finding Gay Sex in Closeted New Mexico
For three more weeks, I’m staying at an artist’s residency in Santa Fe, New Mexico. It’s beautiful country here, roughly 7,000 feet up on a high desert at the tail end of the Rockies. Faceless and not, most men on the apps say I’m here for the best time of
We took a circus to Mexico, it did not go as planned
As I walked across the border from Tijuana, I felt my body relax as I entered the United States. We had done it– we took a circus to Mexico. The surrealness of the last 10 days all started to come back to me as I sat on the train to
Have Y’all Ever Been to San Francisco’s Mount Olympus?
For those who have never heard of Ashbury Heights, a literally lofty micro neighborhood above Cole Valley, don’t worry: You’re one thousand percent not alone. Possibly just to appease property developers, possibly because it has actually been a Thing for a long time, the small area at the bottom of
Here’s Where to Start Surfing in NorCal Before The Apocalypse
As the world gets hotter and hotter each year, tides rising quick enough to make Kevin Costner’s Waterworld-ass head spin, it’s hard to see any silver linings. That’s because there aren’t any silver linings. Not sure Joan Didion could write a wry yet deeply insightful essay out of all the
How to Spend A Sunny Day in Bolinas
BY DAVID COPPIN LANEGAN When you swing into Bolinas off Highway One, you’re probably pissed. You likely spent the last forty minutes winding through the hills north of the city at fifteen an hour, stuck behind a flock of road bikers stuffed into bright neon tights that look like the
Should MUNI Eliminate Fare Inspector Positions Altogether?
Maybe you always pay to ride. Maybe you’ve been busted once or twice. Perhaps you never pay, getting by on God’s good humor. No matter what, on every MUNI trip you take, San Franciscans from each category ride with you. Fare inspectors are neither third-party rent-a-cops nor officers of the
America’s First Craft Brewery is in San Francisco
With its roots beginning in the Gold Rush, San Francisco’s Steam Beer has been brewed here for at least 150 years.
What I Miss Most When Traveling Outside of The Bay Area
Traveling outside of the Bay Area for more than a weekend, you instantly start to find that you begin to miss home. Not because you’re not in a beautiful place or because you’re somehow unsatisfied with your vacation. You miss it because there’s no other place like it. Beyond the