Saturday, October 23, 2010
publicly naked guys
The gayness continues.
I'm gonna be all gayed out by the time I leave San Francisco. Someone even said to me last night,
"You look curious."
Peas: About what?
Dude: As in you're straight but want to be gay.
Peas: Oh. No. Fraid not. I'm as straight as they come.
Dude: How do you really know, come on.
Peas: I know because I couldn't touch a girl's foo foo.
Dude "Foo foo?"
Peas: Sounds like being gay in San Francisco would be fun though.
Dude: Oh it is. Trust me sugar, it is.
This place is filled with nutters. Peacocking themselves in manners that make London look conservative.
The nutters in London might stab you. Here they'll walk around naked, with giant cock rings plunged onto their pork swords, and will happily let you have a photo with them, while they smoke a joint.
I had a picture with two naked dudes, standing under the Castro Theatre. "I'm not gonna look down guys, but I need a picture."
Tonight we're going out again, and to more gay pubs. It's nice - nobody hits on me, and when people approach me to talk (which they do, this is America), I know it's because they just want to be friends.
I'm really starting to miss my Brit now.