Broke-Ass Stuart

Journalism dies without financial support

Sometimes, I sit down to write my column knowing exactly what I’m…

Show the locals some love while they’re still around

"You know, I’ve never been to the Silver Crest before,” Kayla told…

There’s still magic in San Francisco, it’s just harder to find

We were already a few Peronis in when the New Orleans-style brass…

‘Glitter Ranch’ a coming-out party for the Town of Pulga

The sun beat down on us like we were out-of-tune bongos, unaccustomed…

Marching in SF Pride parade is only the first step

"Pride reminds me of the America I want to live in,” I…

Laterland, where responsibility is tomorrow’s concern

I’m currently sitting in my parents’ kitchen. It’s hot in San Diego.…

San Francisco is a thieving-ass city

San Francisco is a thieving-ass city. It steals hearts. It takes away…

Misconceptions about Muslims

A decade ago, I moved to Brooklyn. I was there for a…

Salesforce Tower looks like a giant butt plug

As I look out my window, I see it stretching toward the…

Make the internet great again

When Julius Caesar took Alexandria in 48 BC, the city’s famous library…

The art of finding a roommate in San Francisco

It’s that time again. The call goes out on Facebook, comments are…

International travel brings about fresh perspective

I’m looking out my hotel window at an Oslo skyline that is…

Who’s wearing the ball gag tonight?

The saying goes, “Politics makes strange bedfellows.” But in San Francisco, where…

Tax Day a reminder of our inevitable demise

Like the vast majority of you, I paid my taxes earlier this…

Uncivil disobedience: The fake service dog faux pas

Earlier this week, BrokeAssStuart.com published a debut article — “Enough with the…

Dolores Park bros: Ruiners of many things

Last weekend was gorgeous. The sun was out, the weather was warm…

I live at the corner of Needles and Diarrhea

I live at the corner of Needles and Diarrhea. OK, those aren’t…

Shibari and tea

“Hmmm ... I guess you can tie me up,” I told Tim.…

San Francisco’s famous weirdness isn’t dead

I’m pretty vanilla. I mean, not for the mainstream, but by San…

Forget the Walk of Shame, take a Stride of Pride

I’ve never quite understood why it’s called the “Walk of Shame.” I…