This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. She was standing on the BART turnstile at the Civic Center station with an American flag scarf tied around her waist, yelling “Fuck Obama” and laughing from a mouth only half-full of teeth. All I could think was,

This originally appeared on September 8th, 2016 in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. “How crazy is it that, at this point, Oakland is way cooler than San Francisco?” I asked Matthew and Dan this as we descended the steps at the West Oakland BART Station. “There’s really

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

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner  Is it enough to love the way the fog tiptoes through the trees in the Presidio? Can the 47 hills that undulate across The City keep you satiated? Will the skyline that nearly scratches heaven be able

This article originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City Column for the San Francisco Examiner.  It was 8 or 9 a.m. I was standing on the corner of 14th and Folsom waiting for the light to change when I heard an enthusiastic, “Hey! You look muy guapo!” growled from the hedge

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner. I feel bad for the tech workers. I’m not talking about the ones like Jack Halprin, the Google lawyer who tried to evict seven units, comprised mostly of teachers, so that he could have his own mansion. And I’m

This is how you start a mayoral campaign…or at least how we started mine. As you probably know by now, I’m running for Mayor of the City and County of San Francisco. I made this announcement on the front page of the San Francisco Examiner. The plan was then for

No one told me there would be this much paper work. I mean, I didn’t think I could just float into the Department of Elections and be like “Alright folks, your boy Stuart has a check for you, now put me on the ballot,” but I also didn’t realize just how many things had to happen before the race even started.