Every year, San Francisco’s Folsom Street Fair draws a massive crowd, so much so that depending on the time of day, it’s almost as packed as Mardi Gras.
What I didn’t know, despite the fact that I’ve been living in the city for several years, is that I’d find people lined up to be spanked, naked men jerking off in the middle of the street and clotheless women tied up to a street posts with rope.
I have to admit, I really thought I was walking down to a street fair with camera in hand to shoot a street full of food and arts and crafts stalls. “How long have you lived here?” a friend later asked.
Okay, so I didn’t know. What I did discover however, was indeed art, just not the kind I expected. After passing my first naked man, I realized I wasn’t in Kansas anymore, and had entered a different world, one which isn’t public on Folsom Street every day.
While San Francisco welcomes the kinky, the folks in my circles tend to only dabble in all things kinky and naked at Burning Man once a year and that is in a wide open desert, not a street in your hood. Bare skin, tons of color, kissing, cold beer and creative garb – what’s not to entice you?
Writes the Chronicle: “Step right up!” exhorted a man in the cadence of a carnival barker. “We’ve got the regular spanking bench, we’ve got the big chair, and of course, we’ve got the stocks.” Photos from SF Gate here although I took a ton of my own. Even more can be found in my We Blog the World arhives.