Someday in San Francisco you may get to.
Public sex tents? Now there’s an idea that should have been shot down the second it was announced from the mouth of a member of the “leather community” in response to complaints about public sex at Folsom Street Fair and its smaller sibling fair, Up Your Alley.
Instead, it appears that at least one of our local leaders (Supervisor Bevan Dufty) has agreed to take the matter “under advisement.” Since our local leaders are having trouble speaking the obvious, we will: Public sex is not appropriate at Folsom Street Fair or anywhere else. Even in San Francisco.
Public sex isn’t just lewd, it’s illegal under state law. San Francisco officials and police have historically given the fairs broad leeway to self-police bawdy behavior, but that should have been revoked the moment that citizens complained. Instead, people are giving serious thought to ways to make the streets safe for public sex and unsafe for public decency.
Enough. This is a quality-of-life issue that should have been tackled years ago. Local leaders need to stop clowning around and insist that everyone obey the law.
When even the San Francisco Chronicle is outraged you know it’s a bad idea. Though somewhere down the road there could be a song about a girl named Tent Peg.
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Gee, and I just can’t understand why people don’t want homosexuals around…
I think your headline reflects a bias. What if those involved number more than two, or include someone with his/her/his-her/its/his-its/her-its/his-her-its/her-her-its/his-his-its/its-its non-human animal companion?
Brett… you are completely right. I am such a judgmental bastard!
Thank You! I am so glad somebody finally said it!
“Though somewhere down the road there could be a song about a girl named Tent Peg.”
Floyd, would that be “Tent Peg O’My Heart”?
sung by Tent Peg-gy Lee?
“Good-night everybody! You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. Tip your waitstaff and remember, we’re here all week.”
Sort of reminds me of a story about my first time going to San Francisco to visit my hippy oldest brother with my Mom. Lets just say our picnic was interrupted by a very fat tranny and its “friend”. I was 6. Bill was appalled and Mom had no clue. I didn’t know what was going on until I was like 15 and then it was like OH GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS San Francisco..beautiful sh*thole.
Mr.Thid,you’re thuch a bigot!
Once the words “someone forgot their enema bag” are heard, even fair-goers will think sex tents a bad idea.