Only in San Francisco
We picked up the San Francisco Bay Guardian yesterday and it happened to be their “Best Of” issue. Thank God we found it because we had no idea how many interesting things there are to do in this city. This is what Sam is doing Monday while I take Ruby to the rooftop carousel at the Yerba Buena Gardens:
Masturbation need not be a covert mission reserved for solo artists behind bedroom doors or within shower stalls. If you’re the type who’s more of a team player, you might like SF JACKS, a group of like minded men who appreciate a good circle jerk. The group has been perfecting it’s “loose and goofy environment” for 26 years, regularly drawing as many as 70 Jacks and Joes, who want to loose their clothes—and their inhibitions—together. Meetings are held every second and fourth Monday at the Center for Sex and Culture, where lube and refreshments are provided. Just show up with your $7 donation (though no one’s turned away for lack of funds), ready to do the hand jive. But just remember to follow the rules. You can touch your dick, but don’t be one.
I hope you guys have health insurance. Carpal tunnel is a bitch to treat.
Thanks for the laugh.
Oh, the mental pictures!
If you went shoe shopping more often, Sam wouldn’t need to do this.
Damn, I’m funny.
Middle-Aged-Woman, you ARE funny!
And you’re probably right, too.
I need to shop for more shoes. MORE. SHOES!