Director Ryan Googler’s thank-you letter to Black Panther fans is a beautiful, heart-warming, hopeful end to Black History Month

Spy Emerson: performance artist, salacious sex goddess and owner/purveyor of the infamous Hook-Up Truck, adorned the stage of Albany’s historic Ivy Room Monday, for an iterative performance of Happy Forever, her vaudevillian, burlesque-esque variety-and-game show of sin, surrealism and surprise. Happy Forever has taken numerous shapes and forms over its 20-year

By Chris DeJohn Mississippi, Chicago, Texas, Kansas City, and even Louisiana enjoy more association with the blues than the West Coast — but the art form holds a long, deep history in Oakland, California. Legendary singer, songwriter, guitarist and former long-time proprietor of The Boom Boom Room in San Francisco,

Below are some highlights, lowlights and oddities from this week in local news. A recipe for destruction What do you get when you mix a bottle of Hennessy, meth and loaded guns? Nothing good, ever. But two people found out Sunday that such a cocktail can definitely get you arrested.

When the alarm went off this morning I looked at my phone and saw I had eight texts, all from a variety of unconnected people. Considering my birthday is in four days, my first thought in that foggy, not quite awake state was “is it my birthday?” I looked at

Dry humping, cock-painting, pole grinding, panty stripping, lap dancing, tampon-sucking, flesh wriggling, limb twisting, knee-slapping, toe-tapping, jaw-dropping. Lewd, lurid, low-brow, exotic, erotic, quixotic, sickeningly saccharine and sweetly sour. A voluptuous, vaudevillian victory—a night of nocturnal naughtiness; frolicking, fucking, fun and flair–every first Thursday of the month in Oakland. Tourettes Without

I’m really excited to announce that I’ve launched a Patreon page. For those of you who’ve never heard of it, Patreon is a membership platform where you can contribute directly to BrokeAssStuart.com and get really cool rewards in return. Some of these fantastic perks include: VIP access to all the events I throw, free t-shirts, and the

Fucking Bubbles. I don’t know how many times I’ve said that phrase since I first met him in Dolores Park in 2014. In fact anyone who ever met Bubbles uttered that phrase at least once, whether in absolute awe, complete exasperation, or both simultaneously. Bubbles was Bubbles. There are a