By Jillian Robertson I love Craiglist Free, for its distinctly lo-fi appearance, its unofficial lingo, the cycling and recycling of questionably valuable items between people within a community. Back in college, I challenged myself to furnish a two bedroom apartment, shared by my roommates Dana and Michelle, entirely off of Craigslist

If you’re part of an arts organization or an artsy non-profit in California, then fire up your laptop and start huntin’ because the start of California’s art grant season is now open. As of December 5th you can now apply for 8 of the California Arts Council’s grant programs, with

Greetings to all you amazing, brilliant, and fantastic East Bay Broke-Ass Stuart readers! Considering how much of our readership is in the East Bay these days we figured it made sense to expand to having a lot more East Bay coverage. So, we’re looking for an editor to cover Oakland

The inevitable, unpleasant side effect of your fabulous friends-or-family Thanksgiving feast is that you will at some point have to bust an enormous dook. Pooping at a public gathering and in a shared restroom is generally a mortifying exercise, made worse by the fact that everyone who uses that bathroom

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

This post is sponsored by Citizens Against Broke-Ass Stuart. Apparently Broke-Ass Stuart has started a Patreon page so that the website can be sustainable, and so he pay his writers better, keep supporting progressive causes, and continue creating what he calls “dope shit”. We hear he’s even giving out “rad

Guest Post By Claire Ganado I was walking to Ashby BART a while back and saw a stenciled message “The future is female” which had been vandalized with “now we’re in trouble”… Days later, someone had spray painted over the vandalized part and my heart smiled. I had hoped it was