Internationally acclaimed media artist Lynn Hershman Leeson has a knack for divining the cultural bent of the future through her art. On Saturday, March 5, Leeson sat down with feminist scholar Peggy Phelan and SFMOMA curator Corey Keller at the McEvoy Foundation for the Arts to discuss the relationship between technology and the female

Leah Morrett is the owner of Sour Cherry Comics, a new queer-centric bookstore and community space in the Mission District that opened at 3187 16th St. earlier this month.  “Sour cherries are not sweet, and that’s the point,” she tells me. “[The name’s] a little subversive, a little cutesy, and

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Baonecci Ristorante, a beloved Italian eatery formerly located in North Beach, has skipped town after over 15 years in the neighborhood.  Owners Walter and Stefania Gambaccini, who originally hail from Lucca, opened the restaurant in 2004. Previously known as Danilo Bakery, the space occupies a coveted location on Green Street

The evolution of San Francisco is a curious one, an LSD-laced trip towards that ever-elusive thing named Progress. Innovation. Utopia.  Here are 10 writers on San Francisco over the decades, volunteering both gripe and glorification. Rudyard Kipling “San Francisco has only one drawback: ‘Tis hard to leave.” Tongo Eisen-Martin  all

“Some people might get bored of their jobs or their environment, but for me? No way,” says Michelle Delaney, owner and manager of 111 Minna Gallery, the cafe, art gallery, venue and bar in San Francisco’s SoMa District that recently celebrated its reopening after the pandemic shutdown and a series

“I thought to myself, ‘Great, this is how I’m going to die,’”Scott Thompson told ABC7 News.  “Today is the day I’m going to die.” Thompson, a sea urchin diver, recalls the fateful evening he set out on the Santa Barbara Channel last month. All alone, facing a wide expanse of

The price that great writers pay for cursing convention and soiling the milquetoast ranks, it seems, is braving an inflamed collective that refuses to acknowledge the filth at its feet. At best, such artistic confrontation is met with a wince. At worst, literary banishment. And so writers who present an

At the close of 2021, we lost three legendary female writers in a single month. These writers were, of course, bell hooks, Eve Babitz and Joan Didion. The losses followed one another in such quick succession that the world hardly had a chance to give each woman their due in