Folsom Street Fair
If these skintight rubber fashions and the NSFW tag above pique your interest, you’re perhaps tempted to attend SF fetish fashion events like RubbDown ‘15 or International Ms Leather. And you’ll surely look fuckin’ fabulous in those shiny, clingy outfits that so prominently emphasize the precise dimensions of your boobs and/or junk.
Well, fellow denizens of Sodom, you’ve outdone yourself again. Folsom weekend has come and past in all it’s smutty glory. Although the presence of creepy, square onlookers seems to increase every year, the true pervs that make this town great came out in force to show their freaky-deaky solidarity. Sure
I don’t go to the Folsom Street Fair. It comes to me. Literally, I open my front door onto it. So, Sunday was a pretty fucking insane day. I saw men dressed as firemen blowing each other (there’s a joke about hoses there). I saw people dressed as horses dragging
Do you have plans for Sunday night? After a full day of spanking, whipping and getting all pervy on each other at Folsom Street Fair shoot on over the bridge…(YES, the bridge) and watch queer ladies dance and shimmy their lovely lady lumps at you at Oakland’s monthly drag/burlesque show
Folsom Street Fair was not always welcomed in SF with city-sponsored banners all over Market St. The Folsom Street Fair didn’t used to be called the Folsom Street Fair, it used to be an outlaw, anti-gentrification event and it was definitely not sanctioned by SF City Hall. The origins and
San Francisco’s weather is something people like to talk about…ad nauseam. I find that places that have very little change in weather, and for the most part are fairly temperate, tend to be the places where people talk about weather the most. This fair city falls into this category
It’s hard to say why, but when it comes to queer civic celebrations, Folsom probably is at the top in the cash spent department. Not really the fair per se, but some of the surrounding parties require a small loan just to get inside. Thankfully, there are a few new