Threesomething is a story of friendship, loneliness, and a botched threesome. It aims to explore the awkwardness at the heart of so many male friendships and expose the kind of feelings we’re not supposed to talk about, much less make movies about. The film is the product of a creative partnership and

“I probably won’t go down in history, but I will go down on your sister.” —Hank Moody   Ten years ago, Showtime gave us Californication, the story of Hank Moody: an over-sexed, booze-addled writer fighting to get his family back. Hank (played by David Duchovny) is comic, tragic, absurd yet

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

“We fought for social justice.” –Khieu Samphan a leader of the Khmer Rouge,  a group that murdered roughly 25% of Cambodia’s population in the 1970s.   Americans in the 21st century have it incredibly easy. We’re so used to freedom that we don’t spend much time thinking about the particulars of how others

  Broke-Ass Stuart is now accepting fiction submissions! Here’s a short guide to what we are looking for.   CONTENT & STYLE We’re looking for stories that surprise us. Your words should grip the reader from the first sentence and never let go. Remember that the average online reader has

Summer’s just around the corner. If you live somewhere other than foggy, body-positive San Francisco, that means beach weather and the pressure to do something about your muffin-top or chicken-legs or man-boobs. If fitness isn’t already a part of your life, you might think a gym is the only place

The hilarious book reviews of best selling books, by clueless weirdos found on goodreads.com

It’s 1:30PM, what are you watching? Assuming you’re free in the middle of the day and you don’t use that time to read or job-hunt or learn a new skill, you are probably not watching daytime TV. According to the ratings, the days of the twenty-something unemployed daytime TV viewer

I was in Alabama hanging out with some locals, where else but on a porch. The breeze stopped blowing and a cloud of flies descended on us. Wayne, the old man whose porch we were sitting on turned to his friend: ‘Get the gun,’ he said, with a dribble of