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Tuesday, October 27th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
After you see this image, you may never again look at a masked woman with her head held high and an amused glint in her eye without wondering “What is under her mask?”
Hey, in a pandemic, people have to make their own fun.
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Wednesday, September 28th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
It’s been awhile since I posted any Public Disgrace material, for the simple reason that the site has a three-part formula of which really only one part amuses me. They mix light-hearted, mostly-clothed, genuinely-public bondage kink on the streets (the part I sometimes like) with hard-core bondage sex in controlled spaces adjacent to public spaces but mostly not visible from them (ho-hum, though I can respect the technical production challenges) and with gang-bangy kink sequences in controlled interior venues with a lot of spectators (does nothing for me, although it was apparently so popular in general that Kink.com was moved to start another site called Bound Gangbangs that features it exclusively).
I was moved to post these few pictures (from the light/clothed/public bondage part of the formula) from a recent shoot, nonetheless, because I find the model, Dulce Mariposa, to be almost inexpressibly cute:
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Thursday, April 21st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Gosh, panhandling has sure evolved and changed since the last time I was in San Francisco:
Image credit: Bound in Public.
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Thursday, January 6th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Arguably, model Dylan Deap was having a complicated day already, when the folks at Bound In Public were walking him in full puppy gear down the streets of San Francisco. And then, just to complicate things more, he met a little dog who was ever so happy to see him! Everything about the little dog’s body language is excited friendly interest…he wants to greet Dylan properly and sniff butts and circle about and hopefully even play a little:
Picture is from this shoot.
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Saturday, December 11th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
When I was a much younger man, I spent a few years living in San Francisco. My social crowd was students, mostly from out-of-town like me, and I knew a lot of people who were (in that benighted era) if not openly homophobic, at least deeply uncomfortable with San Francisco’s status as a gay Mecca. I’ll never forget the look of horror on one male friend’s face when the two of us were approached at a crosswalk and accosted with “you two are such a lovely couple … won’t you please sign this petition for [gay cause]?”
I myself didn’t go into many bars, due to lack of funds; but I heard a lot of talk about the bar scene from my wealthier friends. And as they discussed the bar scene, one common theme quickly became clear: they lived in horror of accidentally walking into a gay bar.
Now, that’s a mistake I made myself, on several occasions; most notably, when I heard the strains of country music coming out of a place called the Wagon Wheel II down on Mission Street. I was all “A country bar? In San Francisco? This I got to see!” So I walked in, saw a lot of chaps wearing assless chaps, and said to myself “Friend, tonight’s goal of meeting a lonely heterosexual woman is not going to be achieved in this place.” And then I walked out again. Miraculously, I was unharmed by the experience.
Thus, it was never entirely clear to me what my friends were afraid of, precisely. I gathered there was some sort of social stigma or faux pas associated with the error, but they acted more like they expected to be hustled into the back and duct taped into a gunny sack with a little hole kept open for the mouth.
I thought of all this when I saw a couple of galleries from the newish gay bondage site Bound In Public. Except for the fact that these models are having way too much fun, I think I’ve finally found photographic illustrations of what my friends were afraid would happen to them if they walked into the wrong gay bars:
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Thursday, October 14th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I learned today (this did not require prize-winning investigative journalism, I got an email) that Kink Men has released its latest new site. The new one is Bound in Public, which looks to be a gay male public bondage / public sex offering in the same mold as Public Disgrace, only with guys on the leashes instead of girls.
Some samples from one of their earliest shoots:
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Saturday, August 29th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
The scene: a venerable public building, once highly trafficked, now home to forty different municipal bureaucracies. The sort of place with limestone staircases that have been worn down by eighty years of foot traffic into treacherous concavities. Round windows on the landing. A lot of decorative brickwork on the outside. And, importantly to our tale, public bathrooms that were once fancy, but are now unventilated and somewhat squalid museums of quaint plumbing fixtures and even more quaint architecture. The bathroom doors — like all the other interior doors in the building — have frosted glass windows, and directly connect the bathroom interior to the busy hallways, with none of the modesty-preserving right-angle vestibules one sees today.
The characters: A young mother and her preschool age daughter, in the building on some stressful bureaucratic errand. The child is bored, the mother tired and distracted.
The story: As they pass the men’s room door, someone pushes through it, slamming it wide open against its stops. As it bounces closed again, mother and daughter catch a momentary glimpse of this tender scene:
The dialog, which opens in that loud piercing tone that only a curious four-year-old can manage: “Mommy, what is that man doing to that other man?”
Long silence. Finally: “Hush, dear. Don’t worry. He was just helping him wash his hair.”
(Picture credit: Bound Gods from Kink Men.)
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Thursday, July 23rd, 2009 -- by Bacchus
You never see anything like this in the streets of my town:
Photo Credit: Public Disgrace, via Nudes in Traffic via Bondage Blog.
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Tuesday, November 28th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
You don’t see a pretty girl in bikini and handcuffs every day:
I don’t think the cop is entirely pleased to be photographed in this situation.
Update:: Here’s the uncropped photo so you can see the street-festival litter and the reactions of the passers-by.
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