So, Sunday was the Folsom Street Fair, which is just one of those things I enjoy on principle because it's kind of icky and awesome and there are men fapping in the streets. It is also mainly an excuse for me to visit the Titanmen booth to wave at all those men that are packaged in exactly the way that titillates me most (the sexy way). Here is a picture of Francois Sagat signing my slightly tasteless nudie man calendar. In the background you'll see waterbottles full of urine atop that white drum. I happened to be there when Francois took a pee break and the cup of his warm champagne-like urine was given to the guy next to me to drink. It was pretty intense, especially when it started dribbling down the sides of his mouth when he chugged it. Where was I going with this?

Oh, right. There were men in harnesses everywhere and I got the opportunity to sip margarita while rubbing up against old naked people and buff leather hotties alike. There were also delightful stages with entertainment that varied greatly in quality and lots of dancing in the streets. Also, blowjobs in the Naked Sword booth and in different booths men getting their nuts electrocuted/tugged by with ropes held in other naked boys' mouths. At one point, evidently I was watching Van Darkholme whip a guy while clamping his nipples, but I didn't know who he was until a few days later when someone told me. I should have figured, since there's what, 1 vaguely famous dark-skinned Asian BDSM top ever? There was also naked Twister.


(Left) I also totally had a moment with Tony Buff, in that he asked how I was doing and I said "Excellent! I'm having a really great day" and he smiled at me and then I said "thank you so much!" as he signed my tasteless nudie man calendar, "Robert, w/ kinky lovin', Tony Buff" (Awesome). He is one of my new favorite people and I enjoy reading his blog and watching his Twitter, as I have an unfortunate history of bothering people I enjoy. (Oh, Tony Buff has good teeth! How fantastic is that!?)

It's refreshing to be out in the world at these sorts of events because mostly they remind me that the tiny sphere of activist and/or college gays I know is pretty tiny, and that there are plenty of guys out there that don't really think too much about how they like watching someone else's dong getting cattle prodded and that it's just something to do on a Sunday. And also I get to see men run around in outfits I know I'll probably never have since little strappy leather and latex things are *expensive* because their target market has *tons of disposable income to blow.* Also, I know I wouldn't be a total failure out in the world because some person totally put his hand on my shoulder as I was skipping by the porto-potties and said "Aww you have such a cute top! And look at your hair!" and I said thanks and that was pretty rad.

And at the same time, I sort of loathe it all because it sort of flaunts and exalts nature's ridiculous cycle of procreation, and our wholly human need of one another, and how dreadfully transparent it all is.