san fran fan

...i really hope blogger doesn't consider this "adult content"
because i really pared down the graphic photos for this post.


the trip to san francisco last week was a blur.
from the culture to the drug use to the people
to the sweaty mass of gays running around at folsom
to the sheer excitement of seeing missed friends
i really had a wonderful and memorable time.


leather daddies and cubs roamed the streets on sunday, sept 25,
looking for hedonism, fulfillment, and perhaps
someone to water their blooming rosebuds.


i caught up with candice and chatted about unemployment.
it's nice to know we're still on the same wavelength about things.
we agreed that folsom was a mere pup in comparison
to our experience at the christopher street day festival in berlin.


digo and katharine rounded out the trip.
can you believe i hadn't seen them in over 14 months?!
we warehouse raved, smoked, SFMOMAed, chatted and ate,
and i really wish we lived closer to one another.


last but certainly not least is anna!
the last 2+ months since germany have seemed a lot longer,
and it was amazing to run through the fields into her arms.
i wish we had more time together, but it was nice nonetheless
to meet her friend cooper and talk about food orgies.

rosebuds

despite the drama the good times continue.
christopher street day featured some ridiculous characters,
packs of gays eying one another, sometimes sneaking into
the bushes to exchange favors in one way or another.


most importantly: i saw a prolapsed asshole for the first time,
a tattooed one none the less, surrounded by assless leather chaps.
the owner was bending over, helping someone puke.
talk about lucky opportunities! sadly no photo of said gaping hole.


will the rainbow ever be replaced?
does eating skittles show one's gay pride?
would tattooing a rainbow around one's rosebud be a good thing?


i can't help but think of freddy j. gonzales when i look at this.
i told his legend recently, and it reminded me how wild my life used to be.
(used to?)


next year i want to get dressed up. no angel wings though.
too cliche. a nice puffy something or other would make a better costume :)

berghain

went to this club called berghain with ulli.
it's supposed to be "the best club in the world"
but i found this online review to be spot-on:

A repulsive, sweaty mass of leather-clad gays swinging their bodies around to ear-bleedingly loud techno pounding out of massive speakers.

A brilliantly insane club of clubs for the all-out hardcore, take-no-prisoner party animals. It also has the strictest door-policy in town, run by the ominous man with the tattooed face. Cameras must be checked at the door.

Berghain is meant to be the ultimate club of the millennium, an industrial-style warehouse with an extremely free-spirited, hedonistic all-around attitude. On Saturdays, the Berghain’s most popular night, you’ll want to show up as early as possible. Those trying to be fashionably late will no doubt find themselves waiting out in the bitter cold.

So we waited for an hour in a seemingly endless line
just to get in and have bad electro music booming
gross men galore trying to look hot / not possessing monster faces
and avoiding going too far into the dark hallways
where men were waiting in booths to have sex.
went to bed at 8 am today. yiiikes.