Twist on Colt 45!
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If you stroll around the Castro district and slip into a popular eatery for a bite to eat - or flip through a local rag - it becomes obvious to the astute observer with the keen ear and eye what is important to most upwardly mobile gay men in the hilly picturesque climbs here.
For starters - grooming and appearance are tantamount - to ensure a full dance card.
Shortly after I arrived in town, I took a glance in the mirror one morning and was aghast at how unruly my curly locks had become almost overnight.
Well, at least I have a headful of the lustrous stuff, eh?
Samson would be envious!
The locals tend to keep their strands close-cropped - or shave the head altogether - for a decidedly kept-up (kept?) look that definitely appeals (to other dudes in the Castro especially).
The cost of haircuts underscore their value, too.
In spite of the fact a Frisco resident keeps the cut quite short - and a trim takes about a second or two to finesse - no one here blinks at the $25 charge that most barbers (hairstylist sounds too prissy for the butch crowd here) ring up on the cash register with little aplomb.
Personally, I balked.
At a couple of the trendy salons I zip into down south in LA LA LAND, I usually pay considerably less.
The body electric is of paramount importance to the socially-correct, too.
While WeHo gym bunnies tend to toss on threads that reveal their buffed bods to the max (usually in solids in bold eye-catching colors) fashion savvy peacocks here tend to toss on jeans, shirts, and jacket combos in a designer vein predominatly crafted in chic sexy fabrics and hues that attract, arouse, whatever!
San Franciscans, known for their in-your-face gaeity, have no qualms about putting emphasis on what's going on beneath the perceived image, either.
After all, cleanliness and robust sexual health, are prerequisites for the active man-about-town.
So, I was not surprised when I spotted an ad for a web site known as:
http://www.healthypenis.org/
Here, they keep a watchful eye on what's going on below theubiquitous belt (get their pipes cleaned, if necessary).
No barnacles on bottoms in Frisco proper.
How about yours?
I chuckled at the ad for "emergency" tans I spied one day while wolfing down my oatmeal at cozy Orphan Andy's.
http://www.mygaygo.com/
In the event a hot date saunters into the picture unexpectedly out-of-the-blue (with all the tourists flowing in and out of town it's bound to be more the norm than not) a dash of color and a quick douche perk up the confidence and mood of the man-on-the go who needs an edge to make headway over the competition.
In the alternative, a fat wallet will do.
At breakfast, tidbits of conversation zinging non-stop over my sleepy head, piqued my curiousity too.
Some fellas in the neighborhood wondered amongst themselves if the local meter maid bothered to determine if a car parked haplessly in front of a driveway belonged to the owner of the house
"My neighbor keeps parking in front of mine. What should I do," one handsome thirty-something male wailed.
In WeHo, they'd call the cops, 'fer sure.
Here, they are so genteel, that they're afraid to upset the unspoken golden rules.
Which reminds me, these well-turned out dudes, all act so cool!
I suppose every single guy (married ones, too) are potential bedmates, so they wisely mind their P's and Q's.
After all, after the midnight hour - when a bevy of drinkie-poohs have jolted the sensibilities and obliterated normal mores - pure unadulterated raw (anonymous) sex may be what's in order.
Therapists say that a potent sexual release often provides welcome relief from the hectic day's pent up tension and frustration which might otherwise cloy beneath the surface making one cranky.
Heh, it just hit me like a bolt of lightening.
Maybe, that's why San Francisco males are so easy-going.
Unlike the prudes back east or to the north, they're constantly humming from that daily hunk of loving.
Gay studs pine to croon!
