Street people

Yesterday was the Dore Alley Street Fair. Heralded as one of San Francisco's finest Freak, Fetish n Things events, yesterday's seemed to have been mellower than in years past.  The energy was at times, somewhat apathetic and the nakedness wasn't too sexy.  The crowds thinned out earlier than normal.  The public whippings were more sparse and I caught one big bottomed lesbian being flogged yawning.  Even the notorious overly-tanned, polyester-haired  jack-off dude (and those of you who have gone know who I mean) was flaccid.  People actually queued up to piss in the plastic, porta-potties instead of using the closest fence or pissboy.  There appeared to be less vendors.  The only thing that drew a crowd was porn star Twister but last year they were naked.  This year they were clothed.  Boo!

Maybe is had something to do with the sub-zero temperatures.  San Francisco has notoriously cold summers but yesterday was cold even by SF-summer standards: chilly, windy and at one point, misty.  Great for hard nipples. Bad for shrinkage.  It's hard to take your freaky self out of it's shell when the shell is much warmer. 

With all of this being said, I did have fun because I was able to mingle with friends who always make the times more festive.  Sam was working so I was solo hopping from friend-cluster to friend-cluster: David and Tank, Dave and Big Tony, Damon (pictured above with me) and Mike, Charlie and Jason.  Then around 4:30PM I threw a shirt on and headed home, satisfied, hungry and damn cold.