NO LUNCH PLANS

A few years ago we had a booth at the Folsom Street Fair. Perhaps it was sheer giddy optimism. Or maybe we thought that many of the attendees would either have sympathy with our cause, OR would have the sheer chutzpah to stand with us.

What we hadn't considered was that most of them would NOT have pockets.

[The Folsom Street Fair is on Sunday September 25 this year. Half a dozen blocks of educational booths and fun cultural events, plus handicrafts and social opportunities. Group "events" as well as one-on-one "stuff".]


The Folsom Street Fair, you see, is a mostly gay nudity and leather fest held every year. It is not like other street fairs.
Not everybody there was fully naked - some of them were wearing things.
You do not need me to tell you what they were wearing.
You can find the pictures on the internet.

[Dominance, and spanking. Lots of spanking.]

No pockets.

Where did they put our literature?

We handed out TONS of informational brochures, pamphlets, handouts.


One short plump naked man took ONE of everything. He was truly fascinated, and very sympathetic. He must have ended up with papercuts - where?
I don't think he's ever been to any of our events since, but I'm not at all sure I would recognize him.
As for the woman wearing a horsehead, an insertion device, and stirrups, there's no way in heck she could ever be recognized.
Yes, I know she was a woman.
I just know, okay?
Won't tell you where the clamps were.

My colleague was far more discomfited than I.
Orthodox. Middle-aged yet refreshingly innocent. And, at the time, somewhat mobility-impaired. Meaning that whereas I could stand and look people in the eye, he had to sit down and see.....
He absorbed things that day he hadn't ever wanted to imagine. After his relief came, he retired to the back of the booth with a bottle of Scotch and tried to wipe his mind clean.

When his wife came by later to help us pack up, she remarked with some wonderment about a lithe tanned specimen nearby wearing feathers. On his head. Only. Nothing else.
Well, nothing visible.
Their daughter made a snide remark about 'ugly Gollum' and insistently looked elsewhere. Having Zionist parents is educational.


I've often thought that the Folsom Street Fair would be perfect for the European tourists who visit San Francisco at this time of year.
It would give them something to talk about, and their vacation pictures would surprise the family rather than bore them to death.
Aunt Gertrude posing with the human pony, uncle Olaf with two large butch whatevers.
Cousin Wilhelm trying on a studded leather t-shirt.
And look, this is the ball-gag we bought!
A genuine San Francisco souvenir.


FUN FOR THE ENTIRE FAMILY!

Despite my keen encouragement, we have every year since then decided not to take another booth.
There are limitations to our outreach. A very great pity.
I still want to know where those folks put our literature.

But I can understand why perhaps it's not an optimum reach-out event for us, even if the anti-Israel side and the Jihadis wouldn't be caught dead there.
There's a conflict of attention. An eye to eye conversation is not a discussion between equals when one of the parties is wearing painful clamps, an astounding device, and nothing else.
Personally, irrespective of the gender or sexual preferences of my interlocutors, I've always felt that they should be qualitatively as clothed as I am. Especially in public.
If they plan to remove their clothes in my presence, it should be in private.
Young ladies of either gender (preferably women), but only one person at most.
So, due to a certain hesitancy on my part, the only people who will get that secluded chance will be sane presentable intelligent females with nice personalities.
Not big flamboyant men who live at the gym.

I still haven't found any sane presentable intelligent females.
Not sure, but perhaps they need to be a bit loony to jump at the prospect.

There are lots of big flamboyant men who live at gyms in San Francisco.


Many of them will be on Folsom Street this Sunday.

I don't have any plans, though.
Don't know what I'll be doing most of the day.
There isn't anything else really going on in the city.
If some nice young lady (preferably female) wants someone to protect her from the big naked bears, no problem.
Otherwise I'm not at home.
E-mail me.



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