T'is the day after San Francisco's 30th anniversary edition of the leather and kink Folsom Street Fair, and there are a few reasons why it was the best ever. Let's go over all that was fine yesterday South of Market.
Under the dynamic and responsive leadership of fair director Demetri Moshoyannis, all volunteers at the gates were pleasant and kept throngs moving beyond the entrance gates a good pace.
The musical stages with their booming speakers were on the fringes of the festival grounds, so folks not into that loud music scene such as myself could either quickly walk past or avoid them altogether. This meant that the overwhelming areas of the fair were places where we could hold chats, ask people to strike certain poses for the multitude of cameras, hear butts get spanked and the laughter from folks seeing a rainbow burka.
We were granted an official extra thirty-minutes at the end of the day, to mark the 30th anniversary, and as like in 2012, there were no loud whistles blown by the volunteer clean up crews. Instead, with the crowd naturally thinning out at 6:30 pm and the music turned off, the crews went about their business collecting the plastic cups and bottles. The fun and fabulousness ended on a much-welcomed groovy vibe.
At 7:15 pm, as I strolled back to my bicycle, most of the booths were disassembled and I heard several guys talk about their pleasures of the day.
The combination of professional and community-minded staff, board and volunteer leadership of the Folsom Street Events nonprofit that puts on the Dore and Folsom fairs, quite a bit of public oral sex, the wonderful attendees having a simply super time, that ever-present cloud of marijuana aroma, an accommodating music policy, along with the extra thirty-to-forty extra minutes without loud whistles, all made for the Best. Folsom. Street. Fair. Ever.
Enjoy the photos!