I’m working the Folsom Street Fair today. This is the leather pride/BDSM fair, South of Market, SF. One of my favorite events to work. Yeah, it’s silly. That’s part of why I like it. Now that’s not to say BDSM is silly. Far from it; while I may not dress up in leather or role-play […]
I’m working the Folsom Street Fair today.
This is the leather pride/BDSM fair, South of Market, SF. One of my favorite events to work.
Yeah, it’s silly. That’s part of why I like it.
Now that’s not to say BDSM is silly. Far from it; while I may not dress up in leather or role-play full time, still, I’m bent in that general direction and am certainly as kinky as 98% of the people I’l meet today.
No, it’s the scene that’s silly, with it’s ‘play dress-up’ mentality and it’s rules and stagey vibes of ‘top’ and ‘bottom’. Silly in a very good way, of course. But the fair is silly for lots of other reasons; the kinky and the odd and the people who just like to play dress-up all come out. We’ll see people in chain mail, people in silk, corsets, as much nudity as people can get away with, we’ll see leather and codpieces and people in chains and people playing out games they usually keep in the bedroom. We’ll see posing and pretending, but also those who say “I can be me, here, today”.
Silly. In the best possible way.
Also very titilating. I come home from this event charged up and ready to rock.
The kilt inspector girls from the my last highland games promised they’d show up; we’ll see if they do. I promise, ladies, no names forgotten, but you still owe me pictures.
Thus I shall strap on my kilt, lace up my boots, and off I go north to liberate you from your pants.