If you live in New York City, chances are you’ve at least overheard one speaking at a party… “I just realized that a PhD in transsexual history wouldn’t do anything more than keep me in a little box. My real calling is acting. But yes, I’m still running my iPhones

My stomach is growling! But alas, That despite its howling I am a Broke Ass I am short on dough What else is new? I have to be fed To the Chinese Bakery I must go! Places like it there are few It is much more than bread Shall I

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

Last Monday I walked from my temporary crash pad near Prospect Park to The Way Station in Prospect Heights (683 Washington Ave between Prospect and St. Marks to be exact). It was one of those really beautiful fall New York days I had been hearing so much about. The kind

On a complete whim I decided to attend the Brooklyn Book Festival. I’m considering this a whim because I’m moving to Brooklyn from Virginia and just happened to be here during it. I actually received an email from Vertigo Comics a few days prior about writers and artists that would

Homeslices, there’s a new park in Greenpoint. Completed in August and inaugurated with little fanfare by Mayor Bloomberg, Transmitter Park (named after the space’s previous tenant, the radio station WNYC) is the latest multi-million dollar renovation on the northern Brooklyn waterfront. The park is located at the end of Greenpoint

Alright Broke-Ass Bookworm Brooklynites* you’ve been waiting all year for it, the Brooklyn Book Festival. And if you haven’t been yet, what took you so long? It’s an all day completely FREE celebration of all things literary. Noted authors come from all over to participate in talks and readings. Among

I’m pretty sure you have one bad movie that you enjoy watching over and over again. It’s a guilty pleasure and you just hate to admit it. Fortunately for you there is actually a group of people that get together to watch these atrocities as a hobby. They share their

I, like many others, love myself a little Latin flavor. I also– like many others– enjoy gyrating in a semi-slutty way, while wearing stretchy pants, and a ponytail, and sweating out all of my toxins in a roomful of other ladies doing the same thing. What I’m describing here is