In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. For most of my life, while growing up in

As Bay Area inhabitants we have some amazing nature all around us. Tahoe is a few hours North, Big Sur is a few hours South, Yosemite a few hours East and the Pacific Ocean is to the West. Now, I don’t camp. I don’t see the appeal of sleeping on

Another Pride has come and gone in a year that felt little of celebration.  The fight continues, however, and visibility is the strongest message one can send.  And if there are folk  that knows how to show off the fight with fabulousness and ferocity, they are the babes of the

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

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

When a midwesterner moved to gentrified Brooklyn and took it upon herself to write a scathing review of a bodega cat, the internet came to defend all the bodega cats across the land. Little did Ms. Midwesterner know, she solidified our love of cats even more and thus skyrocketed the

Paul Rodriguez (the comedian, not his son, the skater) was born in Mexico, his parents were agriculture ranchers. His family later migrated to Compton, California, where Rodriguez enlisted in the United States Air Force and was subsequently stationed in Uruguay and Duluth, Minnesota. He’s a minority, an immigrant, and is an

OFF MENU IS SPONSORED BY EMPEROR NORTON’S BOOZELAND THE TENDERLOIN’S NEWEST HISTORIC DIVE.  HAPPY HOUR NOON – 7PM   The sound was heard round’ the world by all the foodies and epicureans of the land, Lucky Peach was shutting the fuck down. How could a periodical that had shook my core so hard in