Living in San Francisco means being torn apart. It means having people you love get evicted. Seeing cultural institutions replaced by trendy cocktail bars. Moving to this city for a job in technology and getting vilified for being the reason for higher rents, even though you can barely afford your own.

This post is sponsored by the fine folks as Holdnomore.org. Wanna sponsor a post? Then holler at Alex@BrokeAssStuart.com. Oh hell yes! The #HoldNoMore Campaign is fucking brilliant! Their goal is to end being put on hold! I don’t know about you, but I get frustrated sometimes. I talk back to the

The designer behind Pee Wee’s playhouse says, “my mission is to bring humor into fine art, I’m not talking about coy art-world funny I’m talking about real world Richard Pryor funny.”

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.

Getting Out of a Broke State of Mind “More money, more problems.” That’s only what rich people say.  Broke people have “broke-people problems.”  These are much harder to climb out of. I didn’t realize it at the time, but money scared and overwhelmed me for years. Watching my parents struggle,

Sf Pride 2015 was one roller coaster of a ride!  History was made when the Supreme Court  finally handed down its much-belated decision that marriage was a right for all and that love reigned even more supreme than itself.  Yet the struggle at home was just as real as it

Bust out the musical broad stripes and bright stars at any 4th of July party or BBQ with this curated, ready-to-roll playlist of songs specifically naming America, American or USA in their titles. We’ve curated a YouTube set list that you can just pull up and hit Play on whenever

In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time.   We moved into 1907 Golden Gate with no