It’s a sin when success complains. That’s how I feel as a gay man who moved to San Francisco from what Californians affectionately call “flyover country.” It’s pretty damn great, living here. So what if everything closes at 2am (#4) and there aren’t any bathhouses to go to (#5). Compared

Growing up in Marin County, I developed a gradual, itching awareness that I wanted to be elsewhere, namely San Francisco.  As a child, I remembered fondly the trips to the city with my parents, to see Kronos Quartet perform at Stern Grove or to watch one of the films at

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

Following the iconic graffiti and street artists who went on to create studio art, trading spray cans for canvases, moving their art from garage doors to galleries.

Broke-Ass Stuart is now accepting poetry submissions to be featured in the BAS Poetry: Arts & Culture column. Written & curated by Corinne Avganim. Monday, bloody Monday. Not sure about you, but I need a major distraction from reality today. So, I have decided to spend the day embodying Bloody Maria – a graphic

Last week March 9th, marked the 20th anniversary of the death of Notorious B.I.G. In his few short years of superstardom, Biggie left a crater-sized impact on the music industry and a cloudy legacy behind him.

Shhh. Stop whining. Let’s all eat burritos on a beach, together. “Blah blah blah, TRAFFIC, blah blah blah SUPERFICIALITY! REALITY SHOW REJECTS!” is what I constantly hear from San Francisco citizens about my current residency in LA. “Yackity shmackity, ZILLIONAIRE TECH ASSHOLES! PRICE OF RENT!” is what I hear about

*I’m talking to myself, too. Aloha, ladies and gentlemen. It’s been a while, I know, omg whatever, but I’m still in LA and it’s almost been a whole year – a thought that has this kind of effect on me where I’m like “Trippy, man” but also “Not-so-trippy, man” because everything

 This is what I look like when I’m moving. Or, drunk. Or both. I haven’t written anything in a while because I have been moving. And maybe drunk? Perhaps a giggly combination of the two. But I’ve been happy, too, which always makes spilling my guts onto the internet a