And I also made my own:
Previously, previously, previously, previously.
One of my most cherished memories of San Francisco is "guy jerking off near the BSDM booth at the Folsom Street Faire." I mean, where else can you go and see that sort of thing in broad daylight and have it be completely unremarkable? "that man is masturbating" "Well, that woman has a butt-plug that is also a horse's tail. And er shoes and gloves are hooves."
It's a magical place. A fairy-land of enforced cultural relativism, so long as that culture isn't from Oakland.