If your week is feeling a bit peppier than usual, it’s probably all the sex. Not the sex you’re having (though maybe it is–I’m not you), but the general sexy vibe in the city. Does it feel like a warmer October week or is it just me, San Francisco?
This past weekend, early Halloween revelers and the sexually adventurous writhed at the Cow Palace for the Exotic Erotic Expo and Ball. Clad in a knee-length leopard print dress, I was most decidedly overdressed, as you can see if you’re flipping through the very NSFW photoset below. I was an Exotic Erotic Ball virgin, so I didn’t know any better. Plus, I was there in a professional context, so there had to be some modicum of decency, right?
It wouldn’t have been a pre-Halloween sex fest without the women orgasming on stage, naked men with boners, old men daring me not to look down, a BDSM stage, zombie strippers, and ah yes, Danny Bonaduce.
Remember how I nearly sang out my love for him? Right as the clock tolled 11:30 on Saturday night, I had my Cinderella moment. My carriage turned into a pumpkin, or rather I had to leave to catch BART. There he was, aglow in a circle of press clamoring for some words, and away I went. If I could afford the cab ride home, trust me, I’d be your intrepid reporter willing to go as far as Danny would let me. Be still, my heart.
And still, the revelers were in high spirits. Signs reminding people to respect and love one another seemed, thankfully, unnecessary as women in fetish wear gladly posed for pictures and attendees mingled in the open sexual atmosphere. That’s San Francisco for you: there’s always a place you can let it all hang out (and I mean let it all hang out), even in the company of your former hair dresser you haven’t seen in months and a man in a mask who looks suspiciously like your new boss. Sounds almost like another SF tradition to me.
The Power Is Back
That’s right, freaks. After wading through some bureaucratic red tape, the Power Exchange is re-open for business. Tenderloin residents who were up in arms weeks ago will have to refocus their efforts if they want to put up a fight. Because, you know, they’ve already halted the drugs, prostitution, and homelessness on their streets. Venues for safer and consensual sex and BDSM play are a higher calling. C.W. Nevius, rally the troops!
So all is right in the cosmic sexual aura of Barbary Coast. Exotic Erotic passed through town, Power Exchange is bumping bodies electric, and Halloween (with your choice of slutty child or slutty dog costumes) is rolling in. Something wicked this way comes, indeed.
