There is no shortage of drag queens in NYC. You can’t throw a rock without hitting some twink in a dress thinking he’s got what it takes to shantay down the runway just because he’s seen every season of Ru Paul’s Drag Race while practicing YouTube makeup tutorials. There’s a

For as much social progress that’s been made there is still little to no LGBTQ representation in major sports. It wasn’t until 2014 that Jason Collins became the first openly gay athlete to play in the NBA and later that year Michael Sam became the first openly gay player drafted

There is no shortage of drag queens in NYC. You can’t throw a rock without hitting some twink in a dress who thinks he’s got what it takes to shantay down the runway just because he’s seen every season of Ru Paul’s Drag Race while practicing YouTube makeup tutorials. There’s a difference,

By Kate Harveston All of us are familiar by now with the string of empty campaign promises that have come to define the Trump presidency. Trump has sought to deliver some of the things he promised for his base. His efforts have largely failed on those issues, and Trump has

Well, queerest Broke-Ass Stuart readership, by now we hope that you have fully recovered form what was likely one of the memorable Pride’s to date.  Though there was no overturning of  homophobic laws set against the backdrop of sweeter days, our current era of darkness has ignited flames of hope

Buenos días Pride-landia!  Whether your just waking up or haven’t quite made it to bed yet, Pride Sunday is finally here.  The only question remaining is, What is one to wear?? If you plan on taking in the march/ parade or are participating, we would highly suggest comfortable shoes and

The minutes are passing like hours, but fear not queerdos, Pride Friday is here and the city is abuzz like a million hot pink cicadas. And in terms of millions, we could easily be looking at close to two in attendance this Sunday’s parade.  The parade has become iconic, resplendent

Several years ago when I was what could only charitably be termed as a “baby” queer, I had gone to meet some friends for a drink at the carpeted mineshaft that was the former incarnation of the Midnight Sun on Pride Friday.  The Castro was already pulsating with hundreds of