Folsom Street Fair
There are holidays and then there are SF sanctioned holidays. They get mentions in your planner and your iCal just like Christmas, and yes, you will be getting so drunk you’ll put Arthur to shame. No matter what the occasion, we like to do it big, plentiful and more awesome than anyone else, no? Listed below are the top 7 holidays that you should definitely not be sick, taken, or sober:
This piece originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. There is a certain poetry in the fact that just after the metaphorical gangbang that is Dreamforce, we get the literal one that is Folsom Street Fair. Dreamforce brings in thousands of out-of-towners, ties up downtown traffic
Many of you will find your friends at the Folsom Street Fair because you texted them. Some of you will have sex with your friends at the Folsom Street Fair because you texted them. We scrolled through to find the best sexually explicit emoji so you can text, FB or Insta
All this is thanks to Folsom Street Events…enjoy! Leather Week climaxes Sunday in our favorite day of the year, the Folsom Street Fair. The world’s largest leather event with the illustriously sordid 30-year history rears its clothing-optional head again Sunday, September 27 from 11 a.m.-6 p.m. in South of Market. If you’re
Folsom Street Events’ annual Folsom Street Fair presents a consistently exciting line-up of musicians and DJs. The nonprofit event producers have stepped up to showcase some of the most stellar music from synth pop and electronica to indie and house. Folsom Street Fair presents a tour de force of live acts that will appeal to its queer audience, pairing alternative music with alternative sexualities. This year’s main stage headliners are Ladyhawke and Missing Persons
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