![]() “All I know is that, once you’re inside, they’ll explain everything.” “It’s all gay, right? Is it OK to just watch? Do I have to take off all my clothes? Are there condoms available? Showers?” But instead of assuming that, as a night cabbie, I know where all the sex clubs are in San Francisco - gay and straight - he thinks I’m a regular and grills me on the details. I’m quite familiar with the place, I tell him. “The doorman told me I should check out Blow Buddies,” he says. These things happen. A few months back, I had a similar situation, albeit in reverse, while driving past the Power Exchange …Ī guy flags me down and immediately tells me he’s a tourist and has ended up at the wrong place. Poor communication with a cab driver? A mix up in a Google search? Racing through the littered streets of the Tenderloin, I can’t help but wonder how this guy ended up at a gay cruising bar instead of the hetero sex club he was looking for. Photo of the entrance to the Power Exchange courtesy of S.F.
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