The Folsom Street Fair

The Folsom Street Fair

I went to the Folsom Street Fair sans notebook and sans camera, partly because I didn't want to look like a tourist or journalist, and partly just because I didn't feel like carrying stuff around. Well, it was definitely pretty strange.

Upon first arriving, I found myself in front of a stage where an ambiguously-gendered band was capably covering 80's tunes. Thin, leather clad men gyrated on platforms at either end of the stage. The music was actually pretty good, so I stuck around for a bit, but eventually I turned around and headed east on Folsom St. Almost immediately the foot traffic ground to a halt; there was evidently a spectacle ahead. I worked my way towards the front, and lo and behold, it appeared to be a mostly-naked transsexual woman getting whipped (and enjoying it).