Red Bull & Yager and Tickets to the Freak Show

Jake and I finally made it out for "gay night" last night. Although, I limited my experience to JR's, where I did have fun with him and his closet co-worker {T}. Another co-worker of Jake's, {A}, came later and became the "adventure key" of the night.

After being at JR's for a while, {A} led us outside and a few blocks over to what I can only label as the "bear exhibit." I thought it was somewhat hilarious that they charged $1 at the door, as though it was the ticket price for a walk-through to catch a peek at the "Whoozit" and the "Whatzit." We squeezed through a varied mix of circus-freaks and spectators toward an unforeseen destination.
The body-hair, smells, and bellies seemed to get more prominent the further in we got. The collage of leather, overalls, tattoos, and cowboy hats was both baffling and dizzying at the same time. When we finally reached the "big deal," I saw only a few men "loving" each other--one was getting off on some hairy nipple-torcher. And that was it, but we still had to make it all the way out, so the freak show continued.

After a quick peep into the in-house "novelty" shop full of handcuffs, rubber gag-balls, leather straps, and fist-shaped dildos, we made it out. Thank god! It was cheap, but I wasn't thrilled. But, I've never been to a bazaar circus, and I can't complain about a $1 ticket.