He’s got a long night ahead of him, and a long flight back to Detroit, which might be enough time to sort out all these new emotions. Slowly, his voice fades, and I leave him to his thoughts. “I just wanted to have a little fun in San Fran …” I’m inclined to tell him it’s not his fault he didn’t know Divas was a transgender bar, but would it even matter at this point? I would’ve walked all the way back to the hotel. “I jumped out of her car! Just started walking. “What did you do after that?” I’m almost afraid to ask. “I’m from Detroit, man! I was in the Marines!”
#GAY SEX CLUB SF FULL#
His eyes are full of despair as they meet mine in the rearview, and I quickly stifle my laughter. “That’s when I figured out something wasn’t right.” At a red light, I lean in and …” He pauses.
She invited me to a bar across the street. I was smoking outside and this hot chick approached me. After getting a decent steak, I walked down to Jackalope. So I figured I’d head into San Fran, get something to eat and have a couple drinks. “Well … I’m only here for one night on business. “We got a little time before we reach your hotel,” I point out. “Hold on, I have a card.” He reads off the address for the Westin by the airport.Īs I circle back to the freeway, I ask, “Why are you wandering around the Bayview?” Crew catalogue into the industrial part of the Bayview? Two or three weeks ago, I’m heading back to the National yard, about to hit the Chevron on Bayshore, when a tall man runs toward my cab, flailing his hands in the air.įirst thing I notice are his pink shorts, white shirt and topsiders. Not all mistaken forays into the sex positive climate of San Francisco have happy endings though … As he enters, he turns to flash me a Cheshire grin and then recedes into the flaming red light. I assure him they’re open and that I’ll wait to make sure. When I pull up to Blow Buddies, which is a shuttered storefront on a dark street, my misguided fare is understandably nervous. “All I know is that, once you’re inside, they’ll explain everything.” “It’s all gay, right? Is it OK to just watch? Do I have to take off all my clothes? Are there condoms available? Showers?” But instead of assuming that, as a night cabbie, I know where all the sex clubs are in San Francisco - gay and straight - he thinks I’m a regular and grills me on the details. I’m quite familiar with the place, I tell him. “The doorman told me I should check out Blow Buddies,” he says.
These things happen. A few months back, I had a similar situation, albeit in reverse, while driving past the Power Exchange …Ī guy flags me down and immediately tells me he’s a tourist and has ended up at the wrong place. Poor communication with a cab driver? A mix up in a Google search? Racing through the littered streets of the Tenderloin, I can’t help but wonder how this guy ended up at a gay cruising bar instead of the hetero sex club he was looking for. Photo of the entrance to the Power Exchange courtesy of S.F.