I was DJ-ing at the Hole in the Wall on the night of the Dore Alley Fair, the new It-Fair of the entire street Fair Season due to the smaller more alternative flavor of the event as compared to the rampant commercialization and mammoth proportions of The Folsom Street Fair and Castro Street Fair and the need for the community to define itself by taking the less beaten stranger, alt-fetish path to uber-hipness, when Eugene, a former Hole in the Wall DJ and a real cut-up, came up to the booth with a request. He asked, “Do you have an appropriate song to play for the guy who has been repeatedly asking and repeatedly been turned down by the same ten people several times over if they have a big cock and if he could suck it or sit on it?” I had noticed him too, tirelessly and drunkenly dropping his pants and or dropping to his knees in front of every person in the immediate area in front of the DJ booth. He showed his total lack of discretion when he asked and tried to engage that horrifying regular customer/heretic with the bleach blonde Sammy Haggar hair who always aspires to be nude or as close to it as possible, touching himself inappropriately and brings his own tacky stemware to drink out of. When I glanced out of the booth and saw the self-appointed and inebriated oral/anal hospitality host drop his pants and start to sit on something in the direction of the heretic’s lap, which could have probably been stemware for all he knew, I quickly shined the flashlight on them, hoping to deter this act that is not only illegal but might make people think they’re in My Place or something, which is wrong. The Hole isn’t that kind of bar, we’re a bar where people can come and enjoy Rock and Roll music. The bright light did halt the activity, and drew a few dirty looks from customers with their minds on penetration and god knows what else, like I was some kind of adult chaperone spoiling their fun. For God’s sake, enough is fucking enough! The only penetration that should be going on in this bar or any bar really is “Penetration” the fourth cut on Iggy and The Stooges LP, Raw Power. People don’t seem to realize that these activities are not only unsavory for someone to happen upon unexpectedly but can also jeopardize a bars existence if the proper authorities were to witness such acts going on, and believe me, in the current climate of relations between gay bars and the powers that be, it seems they’d be happy to shut down any of the few gay bars remaining in Soma in a heartbeat.
Granted, on those informal gay holidays like GLBT Parade Day, The Folsom Street Fair and The Dore Alley Fair, people have a far greater tendency to act out in more hedonistic and outrageous ways. Sexual orientation and more specific sexual behaviors aren’t just focused on but completely celebrated by these events. People are often dressed or undressed to this effect in varietal gear reflecting their active/passive roles in their chosen realm of sexual fetish and exhibitionism abounds. Of course in the dark recesses of a bar on those days people are going to get carried away. Hell, walking through Dore Alley Fair in broad daylight you can see men jacking off, people being pissed on, whipped, restrained, leashed, gagged, hooded, pierced, you name it, and boy were there a lot of cops there, real cops, did anyone notice that?