The last remaining LGBTQ+ bar in the Tenderloin is not going anywhere. We reported last week that Aunt Charlie’s Lounge, the 33-year-old nightclub that we think is the best drag queen dive bar in the world, was in serious danger of closing on August 1 if they could not get

It could be curtains for the last remaining LGBTQ+ bar in the Tenderloin, and it will be without community support. Aunt Charlie’s Lounge at Turk and Taylor Streets prides itself as being the “last queen standing” in what used the be the gayborhood of the Tenderloin, but a June 1

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

The year 2004 seems especially far away nowadays. The first tech boom had just come to an inevitable crash a few years before and then crashes of actual visceral devastation happened in September of  2001. The energy in the city had been knocked down to an erratic strobe for many

It’s been a fairly cold summer inside and out this year, but in  the past weeks things have warmed up slightly, albeit encased in drizzle.  I’m riding the 38-Geary out of the Tenderloin and away from Bus Station John’s frisky disc-y, the Tubesteak Connection where a gaggle of fuzzy men

It’s true, the marriage of smut and cheap hooch in a disco haze has been done many ways in many places in this pueblo, but over the past nine years rarely has it been done as well, or more importantly, as genuinely as it has in the gamey darkness of

With every year in San Francisco comes one fog bank rolling in after the other, peppered with the occasional rainstorm or more often than not, that lovely little ice breeze that likes to momentarily stop your heart on it’s way through your body. And yet, seemingly as quickly as the

  If you work in the service industry, this time of year is sort of a blessing and a curse. The holidays, grueling hours, double-shifts and belligerent revelers are long behind you now, but all that cash you made is beginning to thin out as well. The clientele have convinced

Well, my fellow colleagues of the city’s gin bins, it’s happened again.  Another holiday season has come and gone and now we find ourselves in the always-pleasant slump that follows.  What to do?  Why drink, of course! Tonight come congratulate yourself on a job well done and one more year under your belt serving