Recently, one of the front shutters was opened. I peeked inside. It isn't pretty.
Meanwhile, Folsom Street East was a success this past Sunday, moved to West 27th Street after being pushed off its long-time home of West 28th by: condo owners, the community board, the High Line, more rising condos.
Kinksters and queers came out in their full leather and latex regalia, the street was packed, and the music was fierce (Michael Tee and the Vanities are a must-see). The fair felt a bit tame, however, compared to years past. It was more easy-going somehow, and less dirty, less edgy, with what seemed like fewer flogging and spanking demonstrations and, regrettably, no ass-pie eating contest. Unless I somehow missed it. It also seemed shorter than in years past.
I wonder if these were concessions to the neighbors, all those luxury condos and hotels that just moved in about a minute ago.
A Jesus freak stood again among the gawking tourists on the High Line, holding up his "SIN" sign, and glossy blondes moved through the fair to get to their booze brunch at one of the luxe hotels on the block. But otherwise, the fair went unmolested, and remained on its best behavior.
Hopefully, the new neighbors won't be offended and will permit Folsom back in the future.
Previously:
Rawhide
Inside the Rawhide
Rawhide Goodbye
Rawhide Gets Chained
Rawhide: Still Empty
Folsom Vanished
Folsom East and the Eagle
Folsom Under High Line
Eagle Under Siege
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