Alida Brandenburg

Social Storyteller and Media Mason


I wanted teardrops on my chest, not my pillow.


I stood in the shower and prepared myself for my regular ritual, angling my body to face the sunlight in slight parallel, illuminating the…


Crossing My Tees, Dotting my Eyes

“I will use literature to undress you,” he said. “One stroke of the pen for each stroke of your breasts, the curve of the letters like the salty curves…


I was there. And it really did happen.

1) I think I will have to write up my own version of this on my profile, https://medium.com/@littleetoile, because:

2) You forgot to mention how difficult the task of holding up a soggy mattress is was when you’re not even 5'1, nor 100 lbs, and you’re drunk and laughing hysterically at your friend smashing a toilet with her ass.

3) I love you. ❤


The Artistic Love Loop

Some days I think I miss being in love because I miss having an inspiration to write beautiful things.

Publications edited by Alida Brandenburg

Inquiries and ponderings about that delicious gray area between right and wrong.

And once upon a time. A series of mini memoirs.


Viral Videos and Research Methods’ May Be Exciting, But Zeynep Got it All Wrong

Oof. Science, amirite?


It took a few days, but now I know why Robin Williams’ death hit me so hard.


These past couple days I’ve felt raw. I’ve felt uncomfortable, unsettled, distressed, on edge. I haven…


Subway Swaddling

An ode to New York City’s crowded winter trains.


I know most people fiercely hate the claustrophobia-inducing subway trains in the winter, what…


Humanity through hangnails.


Someone held my hand on the train this morning.

My first impulse was to pull away, feelings of indignation and resentment curdling up in my…


I support Miley’s vagina. Here’s why you should, too.

But can we stop talking about it already? “And we can’t stop…And we won’t stop…”


Macklemore might not have been crying on Sunday, but I was.

SF Pride 2013


Yesterday I had the great privilege of leading the SF Pride parade with the world-famous…


I wanted teardrops on my chest, not my pillow.


I stood in the shower and prepared myself for my regular ritual, angling my body to face the sunlight in slight parallel, illuminating the…