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Tease-O-Rama
San Francisco, September 26-29, 2002

Table of Contents:

  1. Introduction
  2. Getting to San Francisco
  3. Thursday Tease-O-Rama
  4. More Tease-O-Rama from Thursday
  5. More San Francisco
  6. Friday Tease-O-Rama
  7. More Tease-O-Rama from Friday
  8. Yet More from Friday
  9. Saturday Tease-O-Rama
  10. More Tease-O-Rama from Saturday
  11. Sunday Folsom Street Fair
  12. Links to performers, venues, etc.

Sunday Folsom Street Fair

Sunday we got up at a reasonable hour and had a tasty breakfast at J's Pots of Soul, a soul food joint on Octavia St. at Page. AA claimed they had the best pancakes so I got a short stack and had to agree. Excellent bacon, and their lunch looked tasty as well.

We headed out for another day on the town, including a trip across the Golden Gate Bridge.
The views of the bay were magnificent as we cruised around town, as long as the fog hadn't obscured everything. Fortunately the weather was clear and pretty for the most part.
We headed back to the HQ to pick up PH, then headed down to Folsom Street for the Folsom Street Fair, an "alternative lifestyles" event. It was packed with folks, mostly men, many of whom sported leather attire such as chaps, vests, and hats and nothing else. It made for a incredible contrast to the afternoons of beautiful views and nights of beautiful women.
I wish I'd caught this guy a moment earlier when he had a cigarette dangling out of his mouth!
But on the other end of the male spectrum, there were some real cuties.
And the costumes were magnificent!
I haven't seen so much male flesh in my life, probably even cumulatively. Everywhere you looked was some leather-encased pierced appendage bouncing about for your entertainment. You could sign up for a blowjob from the Blow Buddies and step into their booth in the middle of the street. Or you could just stand there and masturbate for the crowd.
For the less brave, there were a variety of spanking booths, as well as the mundane bondage gear, jewelry, and art glass booths.
It was definitely something worth seeing, though once is probably enough for me. Unless I could tie up some of the Baptists that used to give me hell in high school and strap them to a handtruck and wheel them around the fest. This is the kind of stuff that earned Sodom its reputation, a freedom of sexuality that terrifies conservatives everywhere.

In fact, San Francisco as a whole has an open-minded, liberal feeling all over town. The local paper has ads for several sex clubs and numerous kinky clothes and toy shops, despite the fact that it's only a town of 750,000.

After the Folsom Fest we grabbed a cable car over the hill. The wharf district is the tourist strip of San Fran and the contrast from what we'd seen in the Folsom Fair vs. the family-friendly outdoor mall that is the wharf district was jarring. We stopped for seafood at Scoma's. I wasn't impressed at all with my broiled swordfish, but the service was excellent and it sits on a dock right on the bay. It has kind of a Florida old folks and tourist vibe about the place.

We hit Buena Vista Club, a little corner bar that has documented proof that they introduced Irish Coffee to America. Look around the room and you'll see nothing but tall glasses of the thick, brown mixture topped with whipped cream. Good stuff. Stop by their gift shop around the corner for a laugh - they have their name and logo on everything from magnets to jackets to Christmas tree ornaments to berets. Tacky!

Unfortunately we were broke and had an early flight so we couldn't make it to the post-Tease-O-Rama party on Sunday night. Instead, we packed and headed to bed so we could be up at 5 for a ride across the bay bridge back to Oakland, past the shipyards standing still in the midst of a labor lock-out, past the stadium standing empty in the pre-dawn darkness, past industrial warehouses and other ugly stretches of highway to the airport to catch our flight home. Despite the early hour, flying west to east wasted a whole day and by the time we got home we barely had enough time to unpack and watch The Sopranos before we collapsed in bed, with burlesque fairies dancing in our heads.

Table of Contents:

  1. Introduction
  2. Getting to San Francisco
  3. Thursday Tease-O-Rama
  4. More Tease-O-Rama from Thursday
  5. More San Francisco
  6. Friday Tease-O-Rama
  7. More Tease-O-Rama from Friday
  8. Yet More from Friday
  9. Saturday Tease-O-Rama
  10. More Tease-O-Rama from Saturday
  11. Sunday Folsom Street Fair
  12. Links to performers, venues, etc.

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