yet another brief, yet amusing, run down of sunday september 24th
* me and dad leave around 8 for pleasanton so we can take bart to market street.
*on bart, i make a comment about the women's leather booth, disturbing the lady sitting across from me and dad.
* at market street, we start walking towards 8th street, following the sea of leather down market, turning onto 8th, and then to the barricades.
*we paid $5 each to get in, and when dad said "that you sir", he was promptly corrected, "that's ma'am." because all chicks have a 5 o'clock shadow.
*we start walking inside, and we pass a row of port-a-potties. right as we start going, a guy clad in only a leopard print tarzan cloth walks out and talks with his partner, dressed as a policeman.
*within 2 minutes, i see an uncircumcised guy with a prince albert, how interesting....
*after about 7 minutes, i've taken roughly 5 shots of the various...people in their leather getups.
*a rather attractive couple poses for me while i take a few frames of him pretending to whip her, all while she's wearing a collar and a chain and some pieces of leather. as straight as i am, she had a nice butt.
*i see a guy sitting in a chair in armor, because armor is so sexy..., and he kinda creeps me out by not moving, just breathing really heavy...
*i see a girl with fur leggings on and hooves on the bottom, and let's not forget that leash she's on...
*a leather wolf comes on the scene, or at least a girl dressed as a leather wolf. i'm instantly reminded of that creepy pig mask from the saw and take her pic.
*furries show up, and i feel sympathy for them because there's no breeze at all that day and it's at least in the 80s.
*i decided to take pics of the 6 foot drag queens instead of the furries, or the guy with at least 10 piercings in his wang. which makes me think, how does he have sex? does he take them out, or does he just go for it and hope that nothing catches and then cleans them really good after?
*i see some random guys dancing with colored flags, my instincts tell me that these make up the gay pride flag colors, but i don't really know.. above them is a guy in a cage being lifted up and down by a crane.
*some guy that's really bad at dancing looks at dad in a way that i find a touch creepy...
*i work my way to the front of a booth that has people all around it to find myself face to...butt with a girl dressed as a catholic school girl getting caned. she's being interviewed and apparently this is a first for her, and her name is eve. how sweet.
*i see corn on the cob, meats on sticks, and hot dogs, but i see no chocolate covered bananas.....
*they're selling paddles that say stuff like slave and bottom. and they're placed so that when one is struck hard enough with a paddle, the butt turns red, except for the lettering.
*a man with a gourd on is standing under a sign that says "get your gourd on" and is saying that it costs $1 to take his pic. even though i think he has enough to give me change from a $10, i really don't want to take money form his crotchal area...so he lets me take his pic for free anyways..
*a few guys start masturbating in public, and people are taking pics, which makes me wonder whose worse: the guy for public masturbating, or the people for taking pics of it and edging him on to keep doing it...
*creepy asian guys won't get out of my way as they film the faire with their camera phones.
*i take a sticker that says "got wood?" i joke about putting it on the pellet stove, but later i end up threatening to put it on adam's butt.
*i see a family with kids about man crotch high walking around, and i wonder how traumatic this is going to be for the kids when they get older and have a fear of penises.
*there are camera's everywhere, and i highly suspect that they aren't being used to take photos for a photography class....
*my mom wants copies of the pics, my aunt wants copies, my dentist and his assistant want copies, and some guy at my dad's work wants copies....
*my mom, my dentist, and his assistant all want to go next year with me.
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