It's already been a crazy week of Folsom/Fetish-related events. I'm still in my laying low period and have happily chilled as I watched the parade go by. Frankly, I think it's a victim of its own success and feel rather "meh" about the whole thing. I'll take Dore. That, and my current robust figure does not look so good in gear.
A friend posted to Facebook the other day asking his leather/muscle queen friends to stop calling their exciting new wardrobes for Folsom "outfits." (The butch term is "gear.")
In light (dark?) of the pending Folsom Street Fair, I was trying to explain the leather thing to someone last week. In my opinion, it comes down to this: It's really just a big game of "dress up," but it includes orgasms.
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