Sunday at Folsom

Part of being a pervert - in my opinion - involves some dedication, celebration and support of other perverts. This is why, among other perv duties, I attend the Folsom Street Faire every year even though I know there's no way I'm going to get laid. Yesterday, on Folsom Street, between 7th and 12th Streets, there were more bare balls and pierced penises than even I normally see. There are a few things I love about Folsom: First, I love that one guy who attends as religiously as I do who has a small cardboard sign with the words "Human Urinal" scrawled on it that he hangs over his head. He always has the same hat on. What I find fascinating is that lots of women are willing to pee on him, but he's not into that. He's strictly dickly. Second, I love that when you're sandwiched between 6000 happily queer men, I feel no concern about being groped regardless of how much boob is showing. And third, I love that there are only two types of straight people in the crowd: 1) fag hags *my category* and 2) old Asian guys with cameras creating this evening's masturbation reel. And then, of course, there's the techno and the man kissing and the drag and the free dildo ring toss. I actually performed at the Center for Sex and Culture stage. I decided to enact a dirty story I'd written and ask for a volunteer's help. Let's just say there was a lot of lipstick on my boobs afterward and that I made my lovely volunteer suck on a banana I'd brought along (yum). Anyway, two boobs up for Folsom!
x( . )( . )x,
Virgie

Virgie Tovar is a sex educator and the author of Destination DD: Adventures of a Breast Fetishist with 40DDs. She was recently voted Best Sex Writer by the San Francisco Bay Guardian (www.sfbg.com).

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