San Francisco is a city of relationships. It’s not a place you just visit even when visiting. Nor is it a town you’re forced to commute to for work even if you work there. San Francisco is a city of sensation, it’s a place you can feel. No one has

I got married in Half Moon Bay at the end of August and my wife (!) and I drove due north a week later for a mini-honeymoon. We didn’t know what to expect when we arrived at our AirBnB, the Isis Oasis Sanctuary, other than a hobbit hut with our

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 the world gets hotter and hotter each year, tides rising quick enough to make Kevin Costner’s Waterworld-ass head spin, it’s hard to see any silver linings. That’s because there aren’t any silver linings. Not sure Joan Didion could write a wry yet deeply insightful essay out of all the

The noise woke my partner first. I heard it distantly, still ascending from the depths of a REM cycle. Its robotic voice, preceded by a red-alert siren, warned of impending shaking. Knowing that it’s safest to stay in bed if an earthquake strikes at night, we looked at each other

Next month – most classes start August 18 – most of you ugly mugs will descend like locusts upon community college campuses with hopes of receiving your certificate in being an assistant to a nurse’s assistant. But, you haven’t enrolled in your classes yet. You’re sleepin’ and you’re a dummy. ENROLL NOW.