Tag Archives: Parade

“Oh, Spidey!” “Oh, Sam!” – Giant Buttlicking Balloons at Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade…

For Sam celebrating the 4th of July by taking it from V, click here…a real live unclefucker!

Sights Seen at SF Pride: Cruising Sexy Big Cameras!

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When we got the sexy new camera, we became aware of the subculture of  camera cruising. Peeps with BIG cameras check each other out. Seriously. We see each others cameras first, and only THEN the person behind it. Cruisy banter often ensues: “Yours is big, but mine is bigger!” Ahhh…the joys and terrors of scopophilia!

Sights seen at SF Pride 2011 – Boy Oh Boys! – Sexy Slide Show.

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Ah, youth. Nutritious and delicious, sexy and silly. Is youth really wasted on the young? Worse ways to spend it IMO than on a sunny Sunday afternoon at San Francisco Pride. Captured with a click. Snap! For a Hot slide show of the Leather Contingent, click here. More soon.

Sights seen at SF Pride 2011 – The Leather Contingent – Big Slide Show!

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Milling around before the parade, a collection of characters…bikers, new Leather, old Leather, handballers, cock-suckers and boot-lickers, old and young hippies, Sadists, masochists, Dads, boys, dogs, Leather families, Masters and slaves, cigar men, watersport lovers, Faeries, ponies, and perverts of many other stripes…

Michel Foucault described the emergence of “peripheral sexualities” from the end of the 18th century: “An entire sub-race was born, different…from the libertines of the past…They were children wise beyond their years, precocious little girls, ambiguous schoolboys, dubious servants and educators, cruel or maniacal husbands, solitary collectors, ramblers with bizarre impulses…This was the numberless family of perverts who were on friendly terms with delinquents and akin to madmen.” – from M. Foucault – The History of Sexuality

Street Party Scenes Seen in New Orleans

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Friday night in New Orleans before Mardi Gras. At and around the Krewe D’Etat parade and on Bourbon Street. Several beautiful smiles, some great ink, and lots of muscles. Also the typical “you will burn in a lake of fire” party wannabee-poopers. May a revelation descend from on high and just heal their hating hearts already. Can’t be much fun to be them.  As friend of this site Tim’m T. West has noted: “If it ain’t Love, it ain’t God.”