The Folsom Street Fair, in its 30th incarnation, restored my faith in people. I readily admit to having a minimal spiritual life, and this is a major element. I love to see so much deviance, including fetishes you’ve never heard of.
Have you even seen someone freezing his balls? I love expression on this youth’s face. Of course, there was a wide circle of spontaneous supporters. Thanks, Matt, for lovely photo!
This is perhaps the first time I attended this enormous street fair (NSFW photos here) without smelling barf, or maybe living in Japan desensitized me to that bodily fluid in public.
I’m hoping that the small film developer in the Japanese countryside has already seen everything.
My number one Tokyo security fetish are policemen on top of 20 cm ladders. Really, it’s like a pantry step stool. So low tech, so minimal, and yet ever so watchful. If he needs to jump off the stool in hot pursuit, please please take care getting down!
When I think of gay religious holidays, I naturally imagine Folsom Street Fair, the world’s largest leather and fetish outdoor event. Hundreds of thousands attend. All the spiritual uplifting and community without the tedious obligations and family fighting.
Above is this year’s censored poster (click to enbiggin). I couldn’t find the au natural version on the interwebs, alas. It’s this Sunday, September 23.
Thank you, the New York Times, for sharing this photo of the good friday celebration in Malaga, Spain. And thanks to Joe My God by labeling this photo “easter baskets,” which i believe has to do with the tight fit of this lovely 2 shades of mint uniform. I imagine they roared like lions, or maybe brayed like coyotes. One commenter suggests
Muscular men in tight uniforms with protruding bulges parading a naked man in boundage. I say it’s a pride parade.
Photographer Stan Stearns is dead at 76. John John and daddy are perpetually at the moment of parting. Counting the photographer and Saint Jackie, that’s 4 dead people united in our era’s greatest homage to death.
Fashion, fetish, sport, or what? I love how world hot dog eating champ Kobayashi Takeru so gamely shows off his oral talents, his middrif, and his perversely cheerful spirit with the thumb up. As Matt says, this is a guy who makes very public his lack of gag reflex.
Is Japan sufficiently proud of this gamine ambassador of carnality?!
Alas, dear readers, this is my final Seijin no Hi photo. Perhaps the culmination of all the other photos. For reasons not made clear to this foreigner, the joyous 20 year olds are posing with one of them in the air with his legs spread wide. A particularly fetching boy seems to be reaching his hand towards legs-spread-wide’s groin.
I can only imagine how much more fun happened after they got drunker. There’s something practically Muslim about how almost all Japanese socializing is same sex. I love it!
prispss is my fan girl of the week! You can follow her blog or Twitter stream. She’s a young Brazilian girl who’s into Latin (the language) and Japanese boy bands. I discovered her when she Tweeted about our shared interest in police uniforms.
I am sure there are some good men in uniform in Brazil, too. prispss, if you are reading this, please link or send me some local police fetish images. Thanks!
Also, I love her blog title: “I love you like a fat kids loves cake.”
This Sunday, September 27, is Folsom Street Fair. I love the combination of domesticity, family and festish. 400,000 celebrants are expected.
OK. To be honest this post has nothing to do with Tokyo. Except perhaps in a comparative studies sort-a-way. Above is a photo from an absurdly fetishistic site called Brolores Park, featuring male “bromances” in the famed park between the Mission and Castro. You might also check out 7 Places to Get Drunk and Lose Your Dignity.
Do you think the movie Hump Day will come to Japan?