Twenty-nine years ago today, an angel descended from the heavens to bestow upon this earth a boy of unequivocal wit, humor and conceit. You should’ve seen him. Big, bright eyes. Rosy cheeks flush with innocence. A smooth, pinchable ass. And while those first two characteristics have evaded that boy in

Though the title of this post is in third-person, I cannot tell a lie: That’s me and my fiance right up there, and we need your help. Ya see, about six weeks ago – the day we got engaged, in fact – we entered this little contest. We thought it

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

As a kid, I was picked on a lot. These things happen when you’re frail, freckle-faced and a tad effeminate. Pair that with “Little Ronnie Howard” red hair and an overbite big enough to make Mr. Ed envious and, well, you’re destined for years of torment and teasing. I was