Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Folsom Street Follies
"That is just so wrong," my friend Tim Miller said about the fellow next to us dancing solo on top of a pool table.
We were waiting in a beer line at a "bear bar," the Lone Star Saloon on Harrison Street Sunday afternoon, early refugees from the crowded Folsom Street Fair a block away.
"Would you care to expand on what's so wrong?" I asked Tim, who was looking good in his leather harness over a bare chest. "God, where to start? Skinny vs. large, dancing vs. not dancing, young vs. old, smooth vs. hairy, methedrine vs. marijuana, past vs. present. He's just wrong."