We here at BrokeAssStuart.com like to show love to the people who make cities like San Francisco and New York special. That’s why we’re doing a series called Local Legend of the Week. This is our chance to hip you to some of the strange, brilliant, and unique folks who populate
One of the best things in the world is
kissing the person you love
just as they are waking up.
It’s a hell of a thing to know that once you have to move, you can never come back again. That this is the last place you will ever live, in San Francisco, the City that you love and that you’ve given so much to. Having already chosen a life
This morning I woke up to the news that Maya Angelou had died. She was an amazing human and an incredible writer, so I wanted to go back and read my favorite poem of hers, “Still I Rise”. When I googled it, the piece came up on Poem Hunter, so
The very lovely ladies at Sex+Design Magazine asked me to take part in the very first Red Light Lit: Erotic tales told by folks you wouldn’t kick out of bed. I’m honored and excited to read a few poems from the book of poetry I’ve been (very slowly) working on for
A brand new collection of Broke-Ass Stuart's writing made up of some of his most famous pieces and new things never before published.
Me: I think I’m actually going to post about being romantic. She: Now that’s something I’d like to read… People love to fit things, especially other people, into boxes. It makes sense. We understand the world through contrast and binary. If something’s not good, it’s: ______. If something’s not hot,
How to Celebrate a “Friend-a-Versary” (You Know, Like an Anniversary, Except with People You Don’t Smooch)
I’m a big ol’ fan of celebrations: parties, holidays, the “happy dance” that I perform in my room after I do my laundry and realize that I don’t have to wear ratty underpants anymore. It doesn’t take much for me to throw my arms up in the air, and praise