The newly released book “Polly” is a true ‘memoir for the boudoir’, detailing the fast times, debauched morals and life story of Kinky Salon and the creative superstar behind San Francisco’s favorite and longest-lasting sex party. The book rolls out Sunday night at the Center for Sex and Culture event Sex

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

It’s gonna get freaky at a Freaky Friday sexy play party in Crown Heights tonight! Kinky Salon, the acclaimed counterculture sex party recently featured in The Atlantic and in Dan Savage’s ‘Savage Love’ column, takes New York tonight with a spooky-sexy theme party called The Bewitching. Costumes will be mandatory, you’ll

I don’t want to live in a world where I can’t receive intimate photos of a lover’s ‘cash and prizes’, and widespread sexting and oversharing are probably with us to stay. But people, we’ve got to be vigilant about sexting intelligently to avoid personal risk. In the above selfie, we

Folsom Street Fair was not always welcomed in SF with city-sponsored banners all over Market St. The Folsom Street Fair didn’t used to be called the Folsom Street Fair, it used to be an outlaw, anti-gentrification event and it was definitely not sanctioned by SF City Hall. The origins and

Every once in awhile we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought: For many broke folks, especially those  living in apartments, the idea of having a washer and dryer in your home

If you haven’t seen them around town, you may be pleased to learn that it’s so easy to get free condoms in NYC! In the last decade, NYC teen pregnancy has been reported as dropping 27%, in much due to the city’s efforts to provide more resources and information about safe

I hate Valentine’s Day. Sure, I’m a hopeless romantic who usually spends every February 14th alone doing Jell-O shots in my chaise while eating bacon-fried bacon and masturbating to re-runs of Breaking Bad, but I retain the comfort of knowing Internet Girlfriend will never leave nor punch me in the face. The real reason