Sometimes I wonder why I do this. Sometimes I wonder if I do enough. Most times I wonder, “Will my efforts amount to anything?” The majority of my tangible income comes from my skills as a writer, most of my thoughts, and time is spent designing the blueprint for my

So, by this point, you’ve probably realized that this coming Election Day is gonna be kind of a thing.  It’s all everyone is talking about at work, it’s taken over your feed, your friends are slurring it into their murky old fashioneds, and just when you’ve thought you could escape

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Image from the San Francisco AIDS Foundation Okay, there won’t be a colour guard flag dancing to Total Eclipse of the Heart, nor will a bevvy of tight-sweatered cheerleaders rush in and form a pyramid while holding sparklers in their teeth.  And whereas you may not want to piant your

If you haven’t yet noticed the assemblage in Dolores Park, it’s not too late to strap on your chanclas and hustle on down and join the rest of the queer folk.  You will have already missed the elder-youth brunch, but not the chance to add your solidarity to your queer

I don’t know about you but this Polar Vortex is fucking with my livelihood, my health, and my basic human functionalities. It has rendered me virtually immobile. It’s not that I’m using the bitter cold temperatures and the unpredictable blitzkriegs of snow as an excuse to lie around my apartment