There’s always something you forget when packing for a trip. This time, it was earplugs and my septum jewelry. Old hotels like the Opal have thin walls and noisy plumbing, so after about 8:30 am, little further sleep was forthcoming due to the noisy shower next door. As for the septum jewelry, I don’t wear it during the week for work, and it has been on a shelf up above eye level in the bathroom, so I saw it but forgot to put it in. Sigh. (Did that for the contest weekend as well, only remembering to put it in for the brunch on Sunday.)
Continental breakfast at the hotel — toast, yogurt, hard-boiled eggs (which is kind of cool), OJ, and coffee. Kept it light, for the potential for play later today.
I’m room-sharing (and bed-sharing; it’s a king) with Graves from Seattle, who has been doing a bunch of leather photography in recent years. We joked that I get my own paparazzi for the weekend. Graves has an appointment later at Raging Stallion, to do porn set photography for them. If it can work out, I’m going to try to tag along with him. I’m a big fan of their FistPack videos, and although I’ll never likely get to do one myself (professionally, anyway; I video some private scenes), the chance to see the back end (ahem) would be cool. (Alas, we couldn’t synch this up for Saturday.)
Came down to the Castro at lunch time. The naked boys are out in force at Castro & Market, to the delight of picture takers. Stopped in at Cicatrix Tattoo & Piercing (where Gauntlet used to be; I had my PA done there in 2001) and got a septum ring — black ring with a silver captive bead. Looks cool.
More shopping: Chaps (formerly Jaguar Books) for some lube and inhalants. Whatever… Comics for some 50% off comics collections (aww yeah, Pet Avengers!) and a Lightning Lad figurine. Succumbed to a slice at Escape from New York Pizza. Worn Out West for a chain collar, in case I need one this weekend. (Never know!) Then a couple beers at 440 Castro, where Graves arrived and then one of my FF buddies Jose (who has the most fantastic deep ass, but I digress…). I started yawning, though, so headed back to the hotel for nap and then dinner at Thai Stick.
Saturday night reminded me of why I’ve always disliked Folsom weekend: lines everywhere, too many people, and none of them wanting to fuck me (or at least not wanting to commit to it; there’s always someone prettier/hunkier across the room, you know?). In fact, a couple years when I lived in the Bay Area and didn’t have the San Diego Gay Rodeo that weekend, I didn’t even go out on Folsom Saturday. Why bother with the parking, the lines, and not getting laid?
I got the the Powerhouse at about 9:45, and the line moved okay. I got to meet IML Eric Gutierrez and several of the IML contestants from this year. But as noted, way packed. Headed over to the Lonestar, but saw there was a 30 minute line (at least), so chatted with some guys (Matthis, Shawn, and Dan), and then headed to Kok. Short line there, maybe 10 minutes, and fortunately more leather than on Friday night.
I did connect with someone there. The pec punching was good, but I can now cross two more fetish acts off my “done it once, that’s enough” list: concentration camp roleplay and knock out play. (As in “come to on the floor, twitching”. Nope, thanks, like the knife running along my dick that time at IML, once is plenty.)
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