Dore Alley Pictures

This weekend was the annual "Up Your Alley" street fair. They have forced the festival to tone things down, so it was a lot tamer this year. Although it may just be that I'm totally dead to any display of public nudity and/or sex after living in San Francisco for two years. Of course I took a few pictures.

Furries



I really wasn't sure if they were "fur real", or if they just had the rubber fox suit left over from an adult Mozilla event. Wherever it came from, it was impressive piece of work. The blue fluffy dog boyfriend was a nice touch accessory. I saw quite a few of the puppy play people around as well. I'm still not sure what is sexy about your boyfriend pretending to sniff other peoples' butts.

Assless Rubber Wrestling Singlet



I was a bit baffled by the boots, but all in all, this was a pretty all encompassing 4-in-1 fetish outfit. I imagine the shopping list the day he found this was something like:
* Inappropriate body parts exposed? Check!
* Sports? Check!
* Rubber? Check!
* Boots? Check!

The Eagle



I dropped by the Eagle after walking through the fair. Other than seeing some guy in a jock strap get eaten out, it was less wild than a normal Sunday beer bust.

Truck



This dude was a lot hotter in person - until he opened his mouth. He was a nelly mean drunk. Overall, Truck was the funnest place we stopped during Dore.

Bacon and Onion Croissants

Yesterday I discovered the amazing french bakery near work made BACON ONION CROISSANTS!!! I can never eat enough pork! After watching me eat this monster, my coworker Matt wanted to go get one. I almost had to get another! Luckily my conscience won out and I waited - till this morning to get another one.

Tonight's dinner is nothing near as mouth wateringly porkilicious. I wandered down to the nearest liquor store and picked up some Ritz crackers to eat with a frozen fish stew. I swear Trader Joes is the patron saint of starving kitchen-retarded bachelors like myself.

Something is Very Wrong With Me

I like my life better than being on vacation.

Sunbathing and swimming is nice - and something I can't readily do at home. Travel is a fun experience. In a lot of ways, I'd still rather stay home than travel.

Mimes That Sing and Dance

Yes, yes, I had the same reaction. I don't know why they call themselves a mime troupe if they sing, dance and generally avoid berets. I've spent near to a full minute scouring the internet for an explanation. None has been forthcoming.

Anywho, I spent Sunday afternoon watching the San Francisco Mime Troupe perform "Too Big To Fail" at Dolores Park. They are playing all around the state for the next couple months. Most of their performances are in the Bay Area. I highly recommend the show for a pleasant summer afternoon.

There were lots of aging hippies and families with small children. It was like a leftist indoctrination session similar to the puppet shows I was subjected to as a child. Except the mimes taught social consciousness and the puppet shows taught you how to be "slain in the spirit".

Photo: Courtesy of the SFMT press room photos page
Photographer: David Allen
Foreground: Michael Gene Sullivan
Background, left to right: BW Gonzalez, Ed Holmes, Lisa Hori-Garcia, Velina Brown, Adrian Mejia

Relationship Advice from 1939

Jeff and I were out watching "The Women" at the Castro Theatre yesterday afternoon. Besides being a catty/bitchy/campy masterpiece, the movie's moral is the basic premise behind open gay relationships.

Your man wants some strange from time to time. Deal with it or suffer a string of relationships that fail when your husband has an affair (or leaves you to have some new strange). He still loves you. The floozey doesn't mean anything to him.

Gay men have become very good at this concept. Many couples are able to be honest with each other about their feelings, set rules, follow them, and keep the one relationship they cherish. I used to be very closed to the concept of any openness in a relationship, until I saw how well it can work with my friends marriages.