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Back in 2011, any girl could masturbate for strangers online and collect mad cash in anonymity. But times have changed. The days of “The Cam Girl Next Door” are dead.

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

So you want to go to BDSM parties in NYC? Understandable. They’re pretty rad. Here’s a run down of some of the city’s finest and what you can expect when you show your kinky ass up. Pangea Pangea is BYOB and doesn’t do that thing where cost is affixed to

Many of you will find your friends at the Folsom Street Fair because you texted them. Some of you will have sex with your friends at the Folsom Street Fair because you texted them. We scrolled through to find the best sexually explicit emoji so you can text, FB or Insta

A nearly 450 person strong Jewish BDSM, kink, poly/non-monogamy and sex-positive group organizes in San Francisco

Folsom Street Fair was not always welcomed in SF with city-sponsored banners all over Market St. The Folsom Street Fair didn’t used to be called the Folsom Street Fair, it used to be an outlaw, anti-gentrification event and it was definitely not sanctioned by SF City Hall. The origins and

  San Francisco’s weather is something people like to talk about…ad nauseam. I find that places that have very little change in weather, and for the most part are fairly temperate, tend to be the places where people talk about weather the most. This fair city falls into this category

I can’t tell if I’m waking up or just going to sleep. My drunken stupor has muffled my senses, each coming in and out of focus in a kaleidoscope of sound and touch. I slowly begin to ascend the tiers of sobriety, and as I do, my senses return. There is sound.