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ARCHEOLOGIST/DOCTOR

         Honestly, if I liked sailing, I'd call this guy. But until I learn to love a few sea-shanties, the least I can do is help him find the perfect decor for his new home. Caroliney suggested Sacramento St. With the neighborhood's bevy of antiques shops and designer outlets, surely Doctor Jones can find his ideal match somewhere there.






LOOKING FOR ADVENTURE

         In a Hollywood-land world, this fine lady would be best served by a weekend alone with Doctor Jones. However, Doctor Jones wasn't immediately available for daytime intimacy, as his home building is occupying most, if not all of his attention. While a massage parlor was initially suggested as a source of respite for her desires we settled on documenting St. Dominic's cosy confessionals, but were ultimately thwarted by the congregation's Liturgy of the Hours. As a back up, Conor suggested we provide her with a daytime adventure local in the form of the Sutro Baths. Surely, an adventure for such an fecund female.






9+

         All I have to suggest to this hot tamale is a trip down to my local hardware store- I have now documented their abundance of accurate measuring devices. Alternately, we swung by the Power Exchange, just to throw a positive spin on the matter.






TEACH ME TO CROSS-DRESS

         This tranny-in-training gave us quite the adventure! Glam-a-Rama, Trannyshack, the Stud, and Divas were all suggested, but after mulling our many local gender-bending educational institutions we settled on ending our documenting adventure at Lowteck's suggestion, AsiaSF for a few appetizers and a drink. Alas, we were thwarted at the door by their somewhat exclusive pricing schedule ($38/person minimum?!?) Fortunately, the "Queens of the Night" @ Esta Noche were, while not entirely inviting, at least available en route to a more price-inclusive dining experience.






BEER AND SEX

         While research did not provide us with any available gay-poker nights (no pun intended), we were a bit non-plussed at finding a local that would provide adequate respite for our lone boy-toy. Already on our merry way to the Sutro baths, we were all reminded of a certain Work Is So Strange task completion, and decided that minus the beer, this gentleman could certainly find another gentleman willing to discuss the finer points of certain sexual acts at the best cruising spot at Land's End. True to Caroliney's description, the meeting-log and surrounding bush-cover were admired by us all, and we were especially pleased to encounter the infamous 'president' we'd all heard so much about.

lowteck: I think we did A LOT of cock-blocking by simply walking around federal park land.