folsom street fair. and now, all of the sudden, ive developed a liking for
vinyl. especially women in short vinyl dresses, fishnet stockings and combat
boots. amusing walking up and down folsom street. as the leathermen strut
their stuff. one end has live house music. sung by divas in drag. then
stages with hardcore/metal/industrial. people walking around in bondage
gear. spanking stalls, cages. gay men jacking off, having sex in the
window above an indian restaurant.
it brings me back to a culture i havent been in for a while. going to casual
outdoor raves in santa cruz. i want to buy a small cat-o-nine tails once i
get money. start going to industrial clubs again. experience that darker
side of life ive been missing (except in my own mind). part of building
desire for someone to tear into. tear into me. candlewax dripping on hot
sweaty skin as nails tear. blood rising. dark red marks on a neck.
i saw my friend chaz there. it has been a year. he still dances at
bondage a go-go. told me to come this wednesday. exchanged phone numbers.
talked for a while. its been long since ive had someone to talk to in
the way i talk to chaz. joel and i havent gotten there since hes
returned. both of us distracted on other things (finding an apartment).
one man had painted his head and shoulders a deep yellow ochre. bald on top
with random strands of white hair extruding from his skull. metal tabs
decorating around his eye. his cheek. wearing an alice in wonderland
dress with white stockings. short chinese man walking around in white
shorts carrying a bag. his arms and legs are shackled. he looks like a
slave. painted all black with a pink triangle on his chest. leans up
against the wall. bald guy in a red tutu. men walking around with
nothing but a spiked leather cap over their crotch. fat, unattractive
men showing off their asses, cut-out, tight leather pants. then the
people with the cameras coming to take pictures of the freaks. more men
in drag. gothic/industrial looking others.
the cool thing about the folsom street fair. its never impolite to stare.
people come there to be stared at. to stare. watching beautiful women in
short vinyl dresses and fishnets stockings.