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In the days when I rode a 750 V45 Honda motorcycle, I'd drive over from the Oakland skyline hills to the San Francisco gay bars. Even though I was 18, I'd sneak into A Little More, Pegs Place, Trocadero Transfer, The Page, and Castro Street events. The evenings were spent observing couples and searching for a single one. Promiscuity irked me because I am a germ freak. This phobia always stopped me in my tracks and I wondered whether anyone was worthy of faithfulness.
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I had a sissy bar and farring with leg pegs |

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Kini and Debbie, rich lesbos |
Well, it's that time again: The San Francisco Pride 2012
I no longer enjoy the loud sirens, flashing lights accompanied by uniformed police officers, cheerleaders and politicians who march in San Francisco's gay pride parade because of the serious and disturbing nature of my human rights violations. But, you can send your favorite Pride photos from this year or years past by clicking here!
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