Harrison St. Fair Bear Weekend: 2006

Oh lord! They are back again and bigger than ever...

First thought that came to my mind last night was...

Shave The Whales!

So I guess I owe everyone an update...

Been working and hanging out after work at The Eagle watching everyone getting
ready for the big event Folsom St. Fair which is coming up soon. In fact an acquaintance from the bar was showing off his new collar he bought for himself to wear at the fair.

Yes, I was nice and said nothing... I shut my mouth and told him it was sweet.

Actually the thing was this huge metal 2-inch iron collar with a curved stake
for a closure. Which is cool but as I pointed out to him... um where is the
lock? Oh well, bottoms buying their own collars makes it pretty much jewelry
anyway right.

That reminds me when I first moved back to San Francisco 6 years ago I was standing on the second floor of the "real" Leather bar in town (at the time) called The Loading Dock. Anyway, it was early in the evening since I am not one to stay out late (unfortunately The Loading Dock was only open late, if at all, I took it the owners hated schedules, clocks or regular customers)
and I was minding my own business just watching people mill around. Some collared bottom slides up to me and gives me the once over. I smile and asked his name and we chatted for a while as he basically invited me home. I asked him where his Top was thinking there should be one around for me to get introduced to with him wearing the collar and me being another bottom... what were we gonna do?

He looked at me all-weird so I backtracked and acted ignorant and asked about the collar he had on. He said it was his, and by this point I realized he was not even able to pick up the fact I was another bottom. This got me curious so I simply asked him about what Tops thought of it and he said HE LET THEM PLAY WITH IT...
Huh? Oh my, am I on the right planet?

I tell you sometimes I wonder if that aint the fucking truth and all this Leather protocol shit I remember was just some alien implant.

Oh back at the Eagle… someone watched me try on that stupid lock-less collar and got real upset. His exact words were "You are not going to tell me you are some big old bottom are you?". I try to be nice so I did not say anything, this made me think though, because the guy has known me for 4 years now.

I obviously come from a rougher type of crowd because I always flag right, I never tell people who ask anything different, but I guess my look or my attitude says Top. *sigh* At this stage of the game I just honestly give up. Maybe someday I'll meet others who understand but right now even in the middle of a fucking Gay Mecca. I feel like some old Leather dinosaur.