I am a woman. I have life experience and curiosity, and aspirations, and sexual desires, and an unbelievable amount of resilience. I have no need to ever be validated by any other person; man or woman. Now that that’s established, there is one thing that’s been burning inside of me

Last year was a hectic one, recovering from gender confirmation surgery (while writing a show about it), running a theatre company, getting on the scene as a trans actress… So much of my energy was spent working on and talking about becoming a woman in the world that I spent

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

  Anyone who’s ever swiped right has probably seen their OKCupid, Tinder, Grindr or other online dating matches appear in their Facebook ‘People You May Know’ sidebar. And then felt a little freaked out by this! Yes, the people with whom you’ve matched in online dating do sometimes appear in

You see that video up there? The evil geniuses that make up Fortress of Attitude put that together. And now they’re putting comedy back together tonight in Astoria, Queens. Here’s the info: Are you curious… about the new Fortress of Attitude comedy show at QED Astoria this Friday, February 13?

KQED had a recent segment on Googling your dates that got my brain wheels turning. Does knowing more from the start help you find the right person or does it keep you from meeting someone great? The question posed was – Should we stop Googling our dates? Yes. No. Outlook

I try to purse my cracked lips open, sputtering through the mesh of teeth and wire. At first it’s just saliva, but then the colors begin to run red. Pressing against the back of my teeth with my tongue, I try to push the refuse through what gaps I can

The online dating profile is gone. Sad. And not at all sad. But we had some good times, that profile and me. Or at least a hell of a lot of laughs. My page was decently written. Which, by Okcupid standards, just means that my answer to “what I’m doing

So close, yet so far. I’ve been in Brooklyn for 5 days now, and I have yet to eat a normal meal. Unless you count pizza, and my very English mother would disown me if I did. It’s not just that I’m broke, or culinarily challenged. There’s also a rabbit