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See Semi-Nude "Chicks" Bathed In Blood On Van Ness at Noon Today

Want to see slinky, kinda nude women bathing in a tank of blood-colored water on Van Ness at noon? Of course you do. According to , PETA campaigner Jena Hunt "organized a protest scheduled for noon today at 600 Van Ness Ave., where two PETA 'chicks' in red bikinis will be crammed together in a tank of 'bloody' water with the message 'McDonald’s Scalds Chicks; to Death.'" (Aside: While we do not care much for McDonald's culinary vision, we highly recommend their Crispy ranch BLT sandwich, which you can get grilled or fried. Well worth the 600 calories. Trust us.) In an interview with the Ex, Hunt explains, there "a more humane slaughter method called controlled-atmosphere killing ensures that animals are killed painlessly while still in their transport crates before they have their throats cut or are handled by workers." Good point, Hunt. Also, there's a "McCruelty: I’m Hatin' It" billboard up at Sixth and Brannan today.

Live! Nude! Trees!

by Ted Weinstein

According to Mission Mission (via Plug1), "[t]he police were chasing 2 streakers thru Dolores park, one had no on 8 on his chest, the other had the obama logo." OK, someone needs to fess up. Or, at the very least, send us some pics. (Mission Mission)

According to our dear commie-pinko pals over IndyBay, "around a dozen nudists competed in athletic events" at Sunday's Nude Olympics I, which went down at Baker Beach on Sunday. Did anybody happen to see/compete? The was there, so we're looking forward to a full report. Also, IndyBay points out that "[t]wo of the nude athletes were womyn." And...it looks like they're totally serious. (IndyBay)

                                       

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?

A disrobed lady disrupted traffic this morning on I-80 at around 5:45 a.m. It seems that the fully naked female was running in and out of traffic willy-nilly on the busy freeway, requiring the CHP and Berkeley police and fire department to bring her down. She was finally taken into custody after jiggling over to the stables at Golden Gate Fields. She has been sent to a local hospital for a medical (and presumably mental) check.

Just a few days before people were performing fellatio in the streets of San Francisco, New York City's famed Naked Cowboy was arrested in Union Square. Sporting a cowboy hat, a guitar, and some "skin-tight underpants" (hey, that's technically not naked!), Robert Burck was picked up by SFPD for "performing his act in a restricted area." Burck, according to reports, was ticked for violating "rules posted in Union Square against soliciting and playing an instrument."(Whew. Way to keep the streets of SF safe, SFPD!) Burck is due in court today.

                           

Yesterday's Up Your Alley Fair is what the Folsom Street Fair used to be before all the tourists pushing baby strollers started showing up. More than 8,000 leather daddies -- and as many as perhaps a dozen biological women -- braved the cold fog wearing little more than a gimp mask and a smile to benefit PAWS, the AIDS Emergency Fund, and others. We tried to limit the amount of naked penis visible in these shots, but in that kind of environment there's only so much a photographer can do. The fully-lubed, unexpurgated photoset can be can be found at DJTennessee's flickr page, as well as a few over at Nature abhors a vacuum.

                         

KRON 4's two bestest fag-hags (Catherine Heenan, Jan Wahl) and Donna Sachet inexplicably managed to do a decent job covering this year's LGBT Pride Parade. (Bonus points go to field reporter Henry Tenenbaum who didn't know how to pronounce Kamala Harris' name, must to her disgust.) But, of course, their coverage focused on blindly happy, newly married queer couples and their doomed -- doomed, we say! -- children. Gross.

We've received a few curt emails this afternoon, upset over our use of the image in "Strip Club Etiquette: De-tipping?" Sexy, no? But It seems if we post a female form that's neither a tweaked out, Nair-estranged Burning Man girl, nor a zaftig, of-a-certain age Codepink protester, many of you dear readers get all aflutter. (PS, though, we thank you for sending us personal email on off-topic discussions such as this.)

San Francisco took part in the World Naked Bike Ride this past weekend. This critical mass protesting dependency on fossil fuels/an excuse to see women's breasts seems more popular abroad than over here, but a few local, nude riders managed to make it out.

Oh my.

An SFist reader sent us these mildly NSFW shots he snapped up at two storefront windows in a place he calls "Omaha, Nebraska." Strange.

This week, Phillyist saw the waters of a landmark fountain run red for a Showtime marketing stunt, the Phils pull ahead, and some serious nostalgia. They also got a chance to review an awesome tribute album, reminded folks to see the King and appreciated their beautiful skyline.

-- San Mateo Bridge shuts down, then opens. Ta-da. [Examiner]

Well, we suppose this is sort of like those Portraits In Grief type thumbnail portraits of murder victims we suggested to the Chron -- yesterday's paper featured a long article about Allan Broussard, a serial car burglar who was shot to death last month. He was shot clutching a car stereo he'd just stolen. A suspect has been arrested in the case, who has a long rap sheet of his own, but the cops won't say if the suspect's car was the one that had been burgled.

As much as it amuses us to know how many of our straight male friends will actually click on a link promising naked pictures of teenage girls, we really feel the need to implore all of our MySpace friends out there to resist the temptation.

Just when we started feeling like the disconnect between today's urban youth and, well, people from our generation couldn't get any bigger, we ran into this gem outside the Metreon on Wednesday. We were on our way for a little well-deserved retail therapy at Bloomingdales during our lunch hour, when we saw this stache-adorned MUNI bus stop ad of Selma Blair on Mission at 4th. It's nice to know that mustaches are still as hilarious today as they were to us in, well, the decade between the 70s and 90s.

Killer Cupcakes, served at night? Sounds like some dark, sexy, yummy fun is happening tonight at at Albion Alley near the Kilowatt Bar. Pretty hostesses will serve killer cupcakes and candies, and there's a mural project to take in. There's the added bonus of refreshing bevvies available for purchase inside the Kilowatt. 7 p.m. to 10 p.m. at 3160 16th Street in SF.

We're guessing most of you are hungover from St. Patrick's Day. We are too. But still, we're going to muddle on through our green haze and give you (drum roll please...) this Week In -ists.

bunch of developers have gotten together and proposed building some really fracking huge towers in the SOMA district at 1st and Mission We're talking taller than any other building in the city by at least 350 feet. We're talking higher than any building in the U.S. outside of New York and Chicago. And we're not just talking one tower, we're talking two towers. And a plaza. As well as two 900-foot structures and a 600-foot companion. All part of the development plans surrounding the Transbay Terminal.

SOMARTS Cultural Center (934 Brannan St at 9th) from 5-9. "A single evening of performances and art in celebration of the human body and an exploration of sexuality through NUDE, EROTIC and FETISH imagery and themes", all proceeds from the event go to San Francisco Sex Information and the San Francisco Artists Resource Center.

Well, how nice! As we were diligently reading the weeklies on BART for tomorrow's post, we just happened to come upon (read: immediately turned to) the results for Best Local Blog: Reader's Poll (page 46 for you print fans), already writing the "We get beaten by DailyKos -- AGAIN" sentence in our mind. So you can only imagine our surprise to discover that your very own SFist actually won this year! Wow!

It starts innocently enough: first you're just stretching your neck now and then while you're sitting at your office computer. Next thing you know, you need a flexbility hit every day -- squeezing your hamstrings before walking up a hill, pulling your arms behind your back all night long instead of going out and seeing your friends, spending all your cash on yoga mats rather than paying the rent. But the high keeps wearing thin, and you need a stronger hit each time. And before long you've hit rock-bottom, enrolling in a Naked Yoga For Men class with a bunch of down-and-out junkies who'd eat a live puppy just to feel their jaw muscles stretch.

San Francisco is proud host of a new reality show called "How to Get the Guy" that's unfortunately not a descendant of Will and Grace, Queer Eye, The L Word, American Idol etc. Also a biodefence lab is coming to the East Bay and SFist teaches wine pairing.

Seattlest saw a house party get senselessly attacked with a shotgun and end in seven dead. A local senator is debated and their version of the big dig is investigated. To truly get to the bottom of it they interview the writer Jonathan Raban.

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