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It's finally happening. After six years of incubating in this strange but lovable city of mixed people, mixed signals, goodness, and darkness, I think I am finally breaking out of my shell. I have been to Folsom Street Fair before, but I never really participated or volunteered. I was just an anonymous bystander, mostly to observe and absorb the totally fierce cults and scenes sprawling over San Francisco's SoMa district. This year, however, I seemed to be cast right into a traveling circus that stole the whole show. And since there were certainly plenty of photographers to capture this outrageous crusade of eight homos, you get to read our tale in three parts, fully-illustrated!
Part One I have known Van for four years now, and he is without a doubt a master of creativity. He's one of few who can marry creativity and fetish to totally shock masses of people on a regular basis. That is talent, and I finally had to be a part of it. Saturday, the day before the fair, I met up with him and his friend to attend a party in South of Market, sponsored by the creators of bigmuscle.com. And no, I'm not going to reveal my bigmuscle screen name! This was a rather tame party that only seemed to hint at what was happening over the weekend in San Francisco, but judging from the army of national and international party-goers there, it was obvious to me that the big fair on Sunday would be another blockbuster event. The fair was well-set to top both the Love Parade and the huge anti-war protest, which were both happening as we attended this party.
The next morning, we assembled around 11th Street and Folsom as planned. What made it exciting was that we had no idea what half-baked traveling concoction Van had dreamed up this time, until we arrived. We all busted our guts laughing over what we were seeing. He dressed himself and added accessories, and then he slapped some leather gear on me. This was really the first time I wore any leather at all, but it felt quite comfortable after a few minutes. I didn't bother with a harness and just chose a black tank instead, but the others went all out. We learned how to use Van's other props and then formed ranks and stood pretty so spectators could see our entourage for the first time. Here's your first look below. Just click on any of the photos for a full-size popup and then resize the popup even larger if you wish.
 | Notre Entourage: Daniel, David, Van, and Vinus |
With our first few steps, we were already drawing a crowd. Van, now a towering high-heeled dominatrix wielding a staff and a whip, was flanked by a few slaves, while Vinus and I brought up the rear with a canopy to shield all of that easily burnt skin. At first, we had a few prop malfunctions, but Vinus and I quickly got the hang of it (no pun intended). We kept whacking Van's dreamcatcher staff, which stood almost 9.5 feet tall. Below is a close-up of the staff's centerpiece of Hollywood aliens and freak babies.
 | | The 9.5 Foot Dreamcatcher |
 | | Dreamcatcher Bebe |
We could only plow through small chunks of the crowd, as we were ground to a halt by batallions of spectators with cameras. Each time we stopped, the spectators seemed to create around us their own human perimeter of about 20 feet. This made sense, since Van's whip had a reach of about 20 feet. Smart crowd! After inching through three blocks, we decided to stop and tie up one of Van's slaves.
Van is a leader in rope art and its many applications in the field of bondage, and he's not afraid to show it. This time, he brought many bundles of Japaneses rope to use on the Alpha slaves. He chose a slave then chose a convenient lamppost as the torture site. As he prepped his slave and organized his gear, the crowd around us created another smooth, circular perimeter of about 20 feet again. How the hell do they know how to do that? I know that only a few of these people have ever found their way to this fair, unless all of these visitors know what to expect and have fetish balls in their own hometowns, which is unlikely.
First, we have a few photos of Van's slave being tied up (and the human perimeter around us), and then I will show you the whipping process. It's quite a bit of work, as every single knot must together form just the right latticework, or the whole experience is nothing more than another slave whipping on a street curb. Click for popup enlargements and then make sure to continue reading below.
 | | Shuffling through Bags |
 | | Prepping the Slave |
 | | First Strands |
 | | A Patient Crowd Awaits |
 | Almost Time for the Lamppost |
 | The Slave and the Lamppost |
 | | Almost Done |
 | | Barking out Commands |
 | | Ready to Whip |
David the Alpha Slave was doing well at this point. Of course, we take safety into account, so we made sure he was well-hydrated, and Van had him select a "safe word," when uttered, acts as an emergency stop to prevent injury. After a quick photo opportunity, I gave the slave a few sips of water, then Van uncoiled some spanking gear, teasing the crowd with anticipation. And that's what I am going to do now to my crowd. Come back tomorrow for Folsom Street Fair 2005: Part Two.
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by NJCHouse |
posted October 1st, 2005 around 06:23 AM
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Insert Comment Here Man, Thats really WIERD!!! Can't wait for next post LOL
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