Some fetishists next to me in line for food at last night’s SFMOMA/Noise Pop event were real excited:
“Dude, check out the way she’s stirring the fondue.”
“I know. Dude, check out her ergonomic elbow sleeve.”
“Dude, I know.”
Wild stuff, right? Maybe it was all part of the art.
Happy Valentine’s Day (from the sandy stairway down to Sutro Baths)!
Well, it may not have been as scandalous as the orgy in Dolores Park, but if you’re going at it for more than ten minutes in a crowded bar, you’re bound to have someone yell this at you (before they ride away listening to Kraftwerk).
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!
This is the most safe-for-work image from the Dolores Park Orgy our pal Man Freckles witnessed last night.
He also got a cock shot and some nips. And some prologue or something.
Happy Valentine’s, everybody!
Today over at the Bold Italic, Kelly Malone of Indie Mart tells us about her love life:
There’s a taboo to the term cougar, much like the played out “hipster” tag. No one actually wants to be called one, myself included. However, I am 36 and dating guys a decade younger.
Let me point out, I have nothing against guys my age, and I don’t rule them out. But it’s funny (as they say) that as I get older, the dudes I’m dating stay the same age. I’m drawn to the hallmarks of these 20-somethings – the sound of skateboard wheels coming down the street, the sight of postgrads paying for their coffee with quarters. I don’t need a financially secure, established guy. I need adventure!
Adventure is the best! Read on!
If so, get in touch with your Romeo here.
(Hmm, another clue?)
It’s almost cute, except for that its author clearly doesn’t know how Scrabble works.
This is not ‘Nam. This is Scrabble. There are rules.
[Photo by We Built This City]