Men with hard-ons

The Bar Feeders show last night was a blast. I've never been to the 220 Club and now I understand why. It's usually a gay sex club, but for one night it was a punk rock venue.

220 Jones is a part of town where you feel comfortable that you're not going to be harassed by a cop if you're drinking beer publicly. They're more interested in the prostitution and drug dealing that are common with the Tenderloin (the name of the neighborhood in San Francisco).

The club had huge pictures of men with hard-ons. Young hairless men. I saw way too much dick last night. It reminds me of working my room service job at the Hilton where I would be invited into a room to set the tray of food down by a naked man, dick swinging back and forth as he negotiated the whereabouts of his wallet to give me a tip. I did get to see some naked women during my tenure at the hotel. Naked women are more exciting to look at than naked men are.

We entered the main room @ 220 where the band played. A big whiff of candy like sexual lubricant came up my nose as we opened the doors. That didn't mix with the vodka coursing through my veins, so I looked for the bar to get a beer.

There's no bar here, a girl told me.

Of course. This is a sex club and the laws in San Francisco are pretty strict on who can and can't get a liquor license if they show full frontal nudity. I glanced to the wall to be reminded of the main purpose of the building…..to show young hairless men with big cocks in full erection. That didn't mix well with the vodka either so my wife and I headed across the street to grab some large beers to sneak in.

I saw some people I knew from other shows and they sneaked my wife and I into the upstairs room where a keg decorated the center.

Home.

There were no cups so we dug some cups out of the garbage. At a sex club. In the Tenderloin. Alcohol lowers your ability to think clearly and sometimes gives you the OK to take a cup out of the garbage at a sex club in the tenderloin so you can drink beer.

The Bar Feeders came on and we all ran downstairs. They punked it out for about an hour. I was glad to see the Bar Feeders and very glad I won't see another young hairless man with a hard-on anytime soon.

I need hair of the dog.
I feel content.

Necesito el pelo del perro.
estoy contento.

Posted by Tony DuShane at February 2, 2003 05:34 PM