SF City Clinic knows you’re a competent, sexually active person. If you aren’t, they’ll kindly show you how to change that. Angelic humans work there. Where public education dropped the ball on sexual education, City Clinic picks it up. They anticipate your awkwardness, gently encouraging you to ask about anything.

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. I’ve never quite understood why it’s called the “Walk of Shame.” I mean, I guess there’s some patriarchal bullshit involved, intimating that it’s shameful when a woman does it. But for as long as I can remember, the

I do it on my way to work.  I do it while I’m on the phone with my boss.  I do it on the plane.  I do it in between gchatting and facebooking client meetings.  I do it before I go to sleep.  I do it in the bathroom.  I do it

If you are going to wake up in someone else’s bed after Sunday morning, with nothing but last night’s costume to wear home, it is going to be tricky getting anywhere without looking like a mess. Here is a fool proof idiot’s guide to making the journey in style

There is nothing quite like a good Walk of Shame. Reliving the naughty accounts of the previous night in your mind while you walk out into the crisp morning air with a thin film of sex and booze on your skin. A well executed Walk of Shame begins when you

There are two kinds of drunk people in the world: the kind who have three drinks and are willing to walk across the whole damn city, and the kind who have three drinks and can’t be fucked to walk anywhere…

Anna G’s Guide to The Walk of Shame We’ve all been there: the day after unplanned sex.Whether you’re gearing to get the hell out of there as soon as humanly possible, need to make the inevitable trek home after an amazing morningtime fuckfest, or just need to head to brunch