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| Scene from the 2013 Dore Alley Fair. |
Part of what I am trying to accomplish is: to reveal the truth, behind the lies spun by gay lobbyists and their cohorts in the media, about the homosexual lifestyle. Sometimes, I get a lot of help from those I am praying to one day help. For instance, every last Sunday of July, the San Francisco gay community puts on the Dore Alley Fair. It’s a precursor event to the larger and more famous Folsom Street Fair in September. Both have become a public showplace for the leather and kink segments of the gay population. For the most part, it gives a rare uncensored, and un-manipulated, glimpse into the gay male psyche. It’s a place where swaggering muscle-bound gods in chains and harnesses slap and dominate a willing bevy of psychologically damaged and desperately searching gay boys and men. This is a place where the lost, through a series of public sex rituals, dream of becoming whole men. I went to quite a few during the 1990s. Looking back, they were incredibly sad affairs. Although I was possessed at the time, I still had a few moments of lucidity; and I could see the desperation on the faces of the men - through all the forced masks of happiness. It was like going to a mass funeral, but for the living.