Folsom Street Fair 2005

Everybody loves a good street fair, but how many folks get to experience blocks upon blocks of kinky folks walking about as if they didn't have a care in the world? The Folsom Street Fair is like Christmas in my Scene and I look forward to its occurrence each and every year.

I am fortunate that my dungeon is within walking distance of where the Fair is held every year. Despite the discomfort that can ensue, I make the trek in whichever boots ( closed-toed shoes are a MUST for this event) I want to flaunt that year. This year I chose my 7 inch leather boots that were a birthday gift. I didn't have much else on as I decided that my leather bra and thong were just enough clothing for such a lovely day in the neighborhood.

As I made my way into the Fair and along Folsom St, I saw the usual bunch of gawkers, Leather Daddies and scantily clad folks that make up the parade-goers each year. I seemed to be especially appreciated by the Leathermen for some reason, which was a huge compliment since they're not attracted to women.

The highlight of my day was when I stopped by my dungeon furniture fabricator's booth. I'm not a huge fan of buying goods at the Fair, but I MUST stop by and talk to Doug and catch up on things each year. He was plugging his website, Dungeon Builder and showing off his usual array of dungeon furniture. He asked me if I wanted to do some free paddling, and I simply couldn't resist--especially after merely standing inside the booth and holding one of his paddles got me some unsolicited requests for pain. Thus, I got to try out the new paddle he bestowed on me. I ended up leaving his booth with two of his new paddles, and of course that put a huge smile on my face.

It's one thing to walk around Folsom St Fair and quite another to walk around while holding a paddle ( or two). All of the sudden folks look at you a bit differently. The end result was that I had a couple ask if I would PLEASE paddle the larger of the two men since the smaller one didn't know how to do that to his boyfriend. I, of course, happily obliged and I ended up wailing away on his backside as his friends cheered me on in glee. I gave them my card and said that I would be more than happy to teach the other how to administer that type of implement properly.

If you have never attended the Folsom St Fair, you should do it at least once--just to say that you DID. I can guarantee you that you'll never see anything else like it in the US, and who knows, you just might enjoy yourself!

VQ