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The Volunteer Coordinator at My Internship

Through my stepbrother’s wife’s brother’s now-­ ex-­girlfriend, I scored an internship at a tutoring center, where my primary responsibilities were taking out the trash and improving youth literacy.

In any new place—to make that place worth going t…

The months ticked by. I hired more people, built more features, and grew the business. My peers were all white men: other YC founders building consumer-­tech startups within a few blocks of ours. I took advice from some of them. I made friends with some of them. I dated some of them.

My social l…

Inside the club, there is a loud crowd full of day drinkers and early concert goers. We’re here to see Film School, the top of the heap in SF shoegaze cool, and Track Star, an SF indie/post-­punk, angsty three piece that trades off vocals and sweats heavily into their instruments. I see Peter in th…

San Francisco in 1996 was a city organized for artists. The city of the creative class, the nonconformists. A city for full-­hearted romantics. And the sad truth is there isn’t much room left for the artist in San Francisco today. It’s just too expensive. The San Francisco I love has become colorle…

Inside the club, there is a loud crowd full of day drinkers and early concert goers. We’re here to see Film School, the top of the heap in SF shoegaze cool, and Track Star, an SF indie/post-­punk, angsty three piece that trades off vocals and sweats heavily into their instruments. I see Peter in th…