End of an Era
So the original location of the Hole in the Wall at 8th and Folsom will finally close tonight reopen tomorrow in a new location on Folsom St. tomorrow after a long fought battle to make that happen.
Tonight after a three hour leather forum crazy week before Pride meeting, I skipped over to the Hole to bid the bar a proper goodbye. The Hole was the first bar Rich and Cheri took me to on my first visit to SF. It was that same day at the Hole that the bartender Chris invited me to a party at his house that same night. It was the Hole where I had my first real conversation about leathersex, rather outside the Hole, with Vern. It was the Hole where I first met David sitting in the barber chair naked with no less than 30 piercings on his cock and balls. He instinctively covered with his hands, to which I replied, don't bother, I have one too, and whipped out my packing cock. It was inside the Hole that I was given my first stone with the most amazing energy I've ever felt. It's the Hole where the boys took me in, took care of me, fed me, gave me drink, and even went so far as to help try and put a roof over my head when I thought I wasn't going to have one. They gave me the shirts off their backs and taught me skills I never thought I'd learn. The Hole was essential to my leather upbringing and there is no way I would still be living in SF without it and the men that frequent and work at it. The Hole was also where I lit my first candles in honor of Abby and other friends long gone. The candle at the Hole is an institution is a landmark in and of itself.
Walking in tonight, I saw Daddy Jon, Paul Paul, and PRC sitting at the bar right where they belonged. It was like walking in the front door of my house. Even though the bar had already started to be stripped of the artwork on the walls. It felt so weird and so bizarre but it was really good for me to be there.
Some dick spoiled the whole evening by claiming his wallet was stolen, even though we found it on the ground behind the keg storage, The jackass tries to start a fight with a bunch of people in the bar and then pulls out a fucking tazer and starts discharging it in the air, but in close proximity to me as I was trying to block him from getting back into the bar and near my family. Cops were called, 8 of SFPD's Finest showed up, checked him for drugs, told him the laws regarding his tazer usage, and sent his ass walking. Bad end to what should have been a killer night.
Goodbye at long last Hole and Good Luck in the new location...
...Blast~