While out wandering around Golden Gate Park with my friend Kayla the other afternoon I came across a brilliant little art project. Somebody is putting googly eyes on statues in the park and it is absolutely incredible. The first one we found was in the Shakespeare Garden. Walking into the

After Trump’s latest personal attack against Morning Joe via twitter, we thought it would be interesting to compare Trump’s tweets with the quotations of Abraham Lincoln.

Well, queerest Broke-Ass Stuart readership, by now we hope that you have fully recovered form what was likely one of the memorable Pride’s to date.  Though there was no overturning of  homophobic laws set against the backdrop of sweeter days, our current era of darkness has ignited flames of hope

This post was made possible by the Summer with the SF Symphony concert series.  Incredible shows are happening this July. Amazing music & movie magic at the Symphony this Summer!  The live musical scores and screenings of some of the greatest films every made is an incredible treat to see.  The musical guests who

By Hannah Harkness While I don’t claim to be an expert on Alien conspiracies and I wouldn’t consider myself a paranoid tinfoil hat wearer that knows the truth about everything, I have a theory that even the biggest skeptics don’t disagree with me on. If aliens are on earth and

Is the Resistance in a funk, or is it just me? Meetings packed in months past have thinned out. I heard a rumor that call volume to our California District 1 representative, Doug LaMalfa, is back down to pre-election norms. And the conversations I have with other new activist are becoming increasingly …unenergetic.

It was an inconspicuous warehouse made of red brick, a chalkboard sign in front of the door reading “Puff Pass Paint this way” with an arrow. We were 30 minutes late.

Broke-Ass Stuart is now accepting poetry submissions to be featured in the BAS Poetry: Arts & Culture column. Written & curated by Corinne Avganim. It is HOT in San Francisco, which I’ve decided means I am on a visceral vacation. Sitting in the heat, drinking a cold one, and reading pretty words about