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It was a lusty, warm day at Folsom Street Fair yesterday, and people showed up in droves to show themselves off in their leather harnesses, bustiers, jockstraps and the like. They also showed up in droves to gawk at those who chose to dress up, and to enjoy some overpriced beer on what might well be the last summery day we'll ever know here in SF. Please enjoy this gallery of photos by Darwin Bell and Joey DeRuy. See even more (many of them NSFW) at Le Fag.

Tranny legend (and star!) Heklina is going balls out for this year's Folsom Street Fair festivities. The day before residents don their finest Kenneth Cole belts and Salvatore Ferragamo shoes in honor of the City's annual leather festival on Folsom Street, Heklina will revive her (in)famous party at sea, SS Trannyshack.

                                       

Photog extraordinaire Darwin Bell (for The Sword) managed to make it to yesterday's sex-and-fetish gala, the annual Folsom Street Fair. Lucky You. But let's skip the innuendos, explanation, and body-odor hate, and just get to the good stuff: fellatio, fisty sex acts, Sarah Palin drag, mommy parts, butts, boobs, bits, beer, same-sex sex, porta-potties, leather, and family fun. (Need some more Folsom Street Fair imagery burned into your brain?

Well, well, well. Well. It turns out that after a recount and by a mere three votes, according to the scroll across the screen on during the People's Court, the new Vallejo Mayor is actually Osby Davis. The Folsom Street Fair-phobic Gary Cloutier, it seems, doesn't get the title. According to the CBS5 site,"[f]ollowing a recount, former Solano County supervisor Osby Davis has defeated Vice Mayor Gary Cloutier in the Vallejo mayoral race." Daivs...

But that's the entire point! Anyway, RicardoSF tells us in the comments section here that:

O! What we wouldn't give to attend this press screening in Washington DC tomorrow! DCist has the pleasure of reporting on the anti-invert, pro-missionary sex group called Americans for Truth About Homosexuality (AFTAH). Tomorrow they will unveil "raw and unedited" footage that they shot during this year's Folsom Street Fair for the National Press Club. "Raw" footage, you say? Oh my. You may remember that there was a scant bit of controversy due to...

Photo of the long long line of people standing around waiting to get their passports. Still

Many who fear him/her/it -- that is to say, loathe media as a civic institution -- cry out for zombietime's head on a platter, because there's ample room for disagreement. Such pearls as "[r]eliable impartial statistics on this topic are simply impossible to come by" regarding homosexual reprogramming (the American Psychological Association has loads of research on the futility of such experiments), or that participants going to the fair "are agreeing to be 'visually raped'" (not much of a rape if it's consensual), turn heads but also make zombietime so much fun and such a fascinating read.

Oh what's that you say? You enjoy the company of sweaty fisters, and you enjoy a spot of Earl Grey (hot)? Well today's your lucky day, and by "today" we mean "tomorrow."

-- Magic Bullets: Along with Bonde do Role and JuiceBoxxx, this local outfit (heavy on the bass lines, rhythmic keyboards, and melancholic vocals) performs tonight at 9 p.m. at The Independent, 628 Divisadero; $13.

Un-American group the Catholic League, the nation's largest Catholic civil rights sect, has called for a boycott of Miller Beer ever since The Last Supper got the parody treatment from the Folsom Street Fair folks.

Closeted homosexual Journalist Randy Hall of Cybercast News Service got his feathers all ruffled over this not-so-clever Folsom Street Fair (which he describes as a "multi-city block party for homosexuals") ad, which tamely parodies Leonardo da Vinci's The Last Supper. Confusing the work of art painted by a probable homosexual over one's fantastic belief in Christ, the ad is decried as anti-Christian. Which? Well, all dildos point to yes.

Sorry for the delay in getting SFist Tonight out. This afternoon was steeped in several fun-filled return trips to CompUSA, dealing with customer service. So much fun was had, folks, that we felt like putting our face through a window several times.

San Francisco and the Bay Area are getting ready to throw a big (albeit somewhat belated) celebration for Philip Glass’ 70th birthday with concerts all over the place and, of course, the premier of Glass’ new opera Appomattox. And the kick-off is this Friday night with a very special and rare intimate recital courtesy of San Francisco Performances. Mr. Glass will be playing several of his pieces with cellist Wendy Sutter and percussionist Mick Rossi at Herbst Theater.

Frameline -- purveyors of the San Francisco International LGBT Film Festival and many hosted-bar opening- and closing-night parties that we’ve crashed (but we hear the films are great, too!) -- needs your help. This year they will receive funding from the profits of the Up Your Alley Fair -- happening on Sunday, July 29 -- if they bring in a certain number of volunteers.

It's been five years since SF Camerawork, a non-profit dedicated to photography and digital media, had its own gallery. Since 2001, Camerawork has shared exhibition space with New Langton Arts, but no longer. SF Camerawork has moved back to its old hood, and is celebrating its new location at 657 Mission St. (at 3rd) with a Grand Opening party from 5-9pm. Check out the inaugural exhibition at the new gallery, Ghosts in the Machine, which considers "the notion of haunting as a set of cultural conditions that arise when estranged moments in national histories and collective memory are not given their due."

Today's story about Oakland having trouble recruiting cops brings to mind a story that ran in last Sunday's Chron about the SFPD having trouble recruiting cops. How desperate are they? They set up a recruitment booths at the Folsom Street Fair.

Admit it, the weather has been outstanding. No one can claim our high-rentian bargain of getting spectacular September weather has not been delivered in full. The beaches, parks, trails and sidewalks are the place to be weekend after weekend this month. The Love Parade was lovely and the Folsom Street Fair was crotchless chapirific. Some nights has even been warm enough to remove the long sleeves and leave the windows open overnight while the mornings have been great for swimmers, surfers, runners and sleeper-inners.

--Another successful Folsom Street Fair!

Okay, we finally got out of the house and picked up a hard copy of the Bay Guardian. And yes -- we're in it! Your SFist editors are right behind the guy making what looks like a less-than sign with his right hand, and right in front of what looks like a giant inflatable beer, on page 53.

Remember that totally awesome scene in where the Witch King was leaving Cirith Ungol with the Orc army and Frodo started freaking out and then that big shaft of light shot out of the building as the people of Minas Tirith looked on with a dread that something great and terrible was coming?

Our local theater companies have shows much more unique than prix fixe menus for Valentine's Day.

-- Lincoln and Broadway, Walnut Creek

Man, it was a busy weekend -- anti-war protests, the Love Parade, the Folsom Street Fair -- and not to mention Webzine 2005 and the ragingly hot SFist/Webzine kickoff party. Thanks for stopping by, Webziners! ...or maybe you stayed in and reviewed your options for the new TV season. There's always some baseball or football on too, along with more Sex In The City than you can shake a pair of $100 shoes at. That is, if your TiVo's still working! Other things we learned -- did you know you can detonate a bomb using a cell phone? Do you tip the cabby less than $2? (What if the fare's $8.50 and all you have is a ten?) Was that thunder we heard the other day? Is that Ross Mirkarimi giving you mouth-to-mouth? Phew! We're exhausted! Peel us a grape! Picture by Melissa Schneider

Blah blah blah, morality laws -- who cares? It's Dore Alley, the smaller, smuttier, queerer cousin of late-summer's Folsom Street Fair, and it's this Sunday. For one glorious, beautiful day, you can strut around with your ballgag or foxtail buttplug or gladiator outfit or (if you're feeling demure) just a pair of chaps. Our loyal SFist fans couldn't ask for a better opportunity to buy and wear our "Super Fister" tshirt; a tribute to the misperception sometimes created by the name SFist. (Yeah ... sure ... misperception.) Only four shopping days left -- check SF Leather for a kinky business directory, galleries, a forum, and events calendars (as if you aren't a regular shopper at Mr. S). Until the big day, you can work yourself up into a lather at the gallery of Rob Clarke, the guy who draws Dore Alley's come-hither promotional image. See you Sunday, sluts!

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Some things just go with certain places: clocks with the Swiss, bagels and New York, Arizona and snowbirds. Occasionally you encounter something that claims to be from one place even though it is clearly from another.

No, we're not talking about this Manwich, or even this manwich. We're talking about a classic San Francisco manwich, the kind many likely threw together after the Folsom Street Fair. That's right, September's siren song to summer and submission, the Folsom Street Fair was all freaks and fetishes, all the time. Think of it like any other county fair, except those aren't udders getting milked, the guy wearing chaps and spurs is probably not an actual cowboy and the musical acts are a bit more current.