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.
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.