My mother had called me this past Sunday morning to inform me of the incomprehensible horror we all woke up to: 49 people had been mowed down in a gay bar in Orlando, with 53 brutally injured. In the hours that followed, as I read updates and watched report after

Of all the bullshit that Ed Lee will remembered for, his handling of San Francisco’s homelessness crisis will have a place of honor in the annals of bullshittery. Homelessness has been steadily getting worse citywide and in some neighborhoods, like SOMA and The Mission, it has reached public health crisis

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Was there something missing for you at this last Folsom? Have you ever really had the urge to give it to Stuart, real sloppy?  Do you like slapstick?  Well, perverts, you may be in luck. This Sunday as the sun rises on a special Castro Street Fair in honour of

Sf Pride 2015 was one roller coaster of a ride!  History was made when the Supreme Court  finally handed down its much-belated decision that marriage was a right for all and that love reigned even more supreme than itself.  Yet the struggle at home was just as real as it

  For the third time, in less than a month, a simple, yet powerful, art installation has been marred by hate. Manuel Paul’s Por Vida, which was installed to great fanfare from the queer Latino community on June 13th, was defaced again late Monday, this time by arson. That it

Yes, young, broke and beautiful readership, you read that right.  We here at BAS have put together our very first election endorsement. It may seem odd to some that Broke-Ass Stuart’s Goddamn Website would presume to offer our last, moth-bitten two cents in the political arena- tacos, dives, fairs, and

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

  Once a year, as the day’s light develops its golden October hue, Castro Street takes on a look akin of yesteryear, when bronzed boys hung out of listing Victorians and a sea of the Eureka Valley’s villagers grooved amongst the beer gardens and cotton candy booths below. True, the