Close your eyes and imagine your second kiss. Forget the first one, that nervous smooch fueled by hormones and peer pressure, and fast forward to the one where you get it right. Maybe it was an intense make-out to slow jams on the Homecoming dance floor, or in the backseat

I met her on the internet. One particularly rainy, Doctor-Seuss-adventure-levels-of-boredom-like-day, I threw out a message in a bottle to ask if anyone knew someone who did urban exploring (tip: this is a great, FREE way to enjoy a city). Soon, a friend contacted me and introduced me to his friend. In the

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

In San Francisco, the idea of keeping a museum open after dark seems like the only logical thing to do. One must keep the playground open for adults after dark.  Where else could you touch the exhibits while getting turnt on delicious libations?? Barcelona is also well-known for the fun and debauchery,

What if you had no home?  This is a question that everyone should ask themselves. You must do this even if you have all your shit together and you have everything under control, all the time.  In that case you are probably also the mythical unicorn, honest-politician, big foot hybrid I

Most people I know either love or hate Valentine’s Day. I myself am on the fence. On one hand, celebrating it kind of equates to succumbing to our Overlords of Greeting Cards. On the other hand, it’s an excuse to hug all your friends and to potentially find someone to

As a kid, growing up in Italy, I used to often read the Babysitter’s Club series, along with similar kids’ books about everything American, such as tree houses and baseball and shopping malls. I remember being particularly stuck on the concept of garage sales. My mind was boggled by the