Every year when the week surrounding the Mr. San Francisco Leather contest rolls around, there is a flurry of activity that will keep any local leather kinkster as busy as they want to be; the Mr. SF Leather contest and other events are covered.
This week we’ve got dildo flicks from five decades and two continents. On the more successful side is a C1R anthology, I Can’t Fit That in My Ass! But I’ll Try. It’s a bit of a mystery DVD. Cast members are listed on the box, but nowhere are we told who’s in each scene, or which movie a scene came from. I did the research. I’m just that kind of guy.
Devilishly sensual porn man Drew Sumrok burned out the lights while burning up the stage recently at the Nob Hill Theater, causing both genders in the joint to give up gasps and greenbacks in appreciation.
Over the past two weeks I’ve attended a number of events that have highlighted for me just how lucky we are in the Bay Area to have such a diverse set of offerings at which us leather and kink folk can gather. If any local kinkster says to me there’s nothing for them to do, my answer is that they’re not looking very hard.
Here we are, impressed that besides delivering some traditional Falcon-style fun in the sun reveries, ‘California Dreamin’ 1′ attempts something new. The tech wizards at Raging Stallion/Falcon have to a large degree digitally erased the movie’s condoms from view, and announced that it’s “a completely safe sex movie that mostly appears to be a bareback release.”
While this column is a leather column, at least historically, the truth is that the term leather encompasses a wide array of kinky sexualities and identities. Among them is rubber. Wearing rubber. Playing in rubber. And, this weekend, showing off new designs in rubber.
Although Raging Stallion and Falcon share directors, performers and an editing style that I find disrupts continuity, it’s apparent there are basic differences in their content. ‘Open Road’ and ‘Timberwolves’ are reviewed.
Despite the quality (and quantity) of Butch that Hollywood heaves our way, it’s bereft of the fornication that Raging Stallion and Falcon ladle out so prodigiously in their movies, which are so numerous that I can barely extricate myself from their ongoing juggernaut of jiz.
MenAtPlay.com has been around for years—they’ve got postings of films they made in 2004. Their movies are impeccably produced. Plot lines and hooks are plausible, and there is frequently no dialogue at all, which heightens eroticism.