(all participants over 18 - gay male fiction)
This place is such a throwback, with its mirrored front door, and Adults Only sign. One can barely tell it's one of San Francisco's remaining gay sex dens.
I've read about video booths in the back of some book stores, so as I pull open the door at the Folsom Gulch, I sort of know what to expect.
Surprisingly, it's brightly lit and clean, with racks of sexy jockstraps and underwear. On the shelves sit boxes of shiny fat dildos, thick cockrings, lubrication of all kinds, and every imaginable genre of gay sex DVD available.
The friendly fifty-something years old woman at the counter welcomes me with a smile, and I'm suddenly embarrassed to be there. Awkwardly, I smile, turn, and walk down a dvd aisle. As I check out the graphic film covers, a tall man steps into the room through a beaded curtain. He heads to the front door, looks at me with a sly smile, and pushes back out into the day.
Booth Pass $10 All Day. Keep Your Receipt. The sign on the wall tells me everything I need to know. The door swings open and a young guy casually walks in and asks the lady for a day pass. She checks his ID. I watch the loose sweat pants bounce on his ass as he walks to the curtain and slips into the back room.