BARchive: Folsom Street Leather

"What happened to the other leather restraint?" Joe Taylor said. "You had four." "One of my BD buddies must have wanted a souvenir," I said. "I noticed it missing during a session last night." "Yeah," Joe said. "I can make a replacement."

BARchive: Rusty Nail and Geysers

Smoke drifted past our table on the patio at the Rusty Nail. We downed drafts and waited for barbequed chicken. A shirtless waiter with a rolled cowboy hat and leather vest glided among the crowd of half-naked men.

BARchive: Perils of Pecs O'Toole

We stood inside Allan Lowery's new bar, the Leatherneck, at 11th and Folsom. It was about to open with its new United States Marine Corps theme. Gregg Coats, designer of the bar's logo, stared at the row of horizontal windows boarded up with plywood.

BARchive: Parade Day

We looked down Market Street toward the Ferry Building. Dykes On Bikes led off the first downtown Gay Freedom Day parade from Spear Street up Market toward the Civic Center. Gay Frontiers: Past, Present, Future.

BARchive: Cruising the Alameda Flea Market

The sun found its way around the edge of the plywood that boarded-up the window in my playroom. I lit a cigarette and glanced at Terry. He was still sleeping. Naked. Terry Weekly, not yet thirty, had a dark mustache on his boyish face.

BARchive: Barbary Coasting

The crew was anxious to knock off. It was a fine April afternoon in San Francisco, 1976. We'd finished the drywall in the Victorian on Fillmore. I was anxious to start ass-warming the meat rack at The Ambush on Harrison

BARchive: Cheap Hotel

On a cold day in February 1982, I sat nursing a scotch in Fe-Be's at 11th and Folsom. A familiar looking guy straddled the stool next to me.

Yes, SIR

The Society for Individual Rights' Roots

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