it's not every day...

that one gets to go in a sex club and see the scat tub! I'm not talking shit (pardon the pun), thank buddha for these spaces and people who attend. They're taking sexploration to the next level.

In my opinion, people don't have any safe arenas for safe and consensual sexploration. Far gone are the day of bath houses, raveged by HIV. Gone are the Cockettes, the preachers of free love. It's San Francisco, and here anything goes. Into any scene. J/O SGWM 23, into PNP, B&D, BB, and water sports. Just kidding! So, what gets you off?

Through living in the SOMA, I'm starting to see that sex really is San Francisco's life blood (in the words of Dee Dee Russell). At this point, I think of San Francisco as Amsterdam Version 2.0. You can get whatever you want here- for a price, and chances are it will be cheaper than you originally thought!

At one point I was jaded, but now again I'm filled with hope for the future. I realize that the bathhouse, once imagined in my head to be long dead, is alive and kicking, just inconveniently out of view. To be quite honest, I started to find them purely by chance. Walking the streets always helps me clear my head and find balance, it makes me feel good to be an observer.

I'm starting to observe the omnipresent yet clandestine sex clubs in all their glory. There all over the place. Usually disguised as a simple door leading "nowhere" all one has to do is venture a few feet in to be instantly transported deep underground. Green lights, tiny signs, hallways going nowhere, black doors. Chances are, it's a sex club, and it has to be making money if it's there, which means people have to be going consistently to keep it alive and running.

Where are these people, I ask myself. Is it the same people over and over? It's it a "one time thing" for the majority? And what's foremost on my mind,

When can this scat queen take a bath in the scat tub??