29 Sep My clothes smell of hairy men in leather

I have never stuck out more in a large group of people, than what I did this Sunday. I visited the Folsom Street Fair wearing blue jeans, a plaid shirt and a brown jacket. My blonde hair, blue eyes and height already stick out, so my normally normal clothes made me stick out even more. My suede shoes was the only thing that was Folsom Street Fair-fitting, but nobody saw my shoes.

The fair was so crowded, crowded by mostly men dressed in nothing but leather – leather clothing that only covered about 15 percent of their bodies. I was relatively prepared for everything, and I actually expected it to be more explicit. My companion to the fair, my visiting Norwegian girlfriend, was not as prepared. A site filled with hairy, leathery men, old men held on leashes by their wives, whipping stations, bondage stations, naked pyramids (see picture down below), and old naked men touching their junk constantly. It’s overwhelming for every first-timer to the fair.

But wow, it was an experience. We stayed for a couple of hours, had some beers, tried the food (which was really good) and just hung out. It’s rare that I’m the one that’s the attractive target when I’m with my girlfriend, but on this festival I really felt like a piece of meat. There’s something special about compliments from 40 year old men dressed in nothing but leather panties and their huge mustache.

I would say that the picture underneath really sums up the fair. A pyramid of six naked men with some leather clothing, accompanied by a sign saying “THANKS FOR HELPING US SUPPORT PUBLIC SCHOOLS”. It also sums up San Francisco quite nicely.

This picture sums up the Folsom Street Fair perfectly. The sign in the background is also perfect.

Hans-Olav