“I have to eat your ass, it's tradition.”

Whew... I am in recovery mode right now. What can I say about my trip up to San Fran? I can describe it in three words: Fan Fucking Tastic. Seriously, it rocked.

I had such a blast hanging with BJ and Woods at Trannyshack’s “Cirque Du Faux Pas” on Tuesday night. All of the performer’s numbers were phenomenal. Each one was a total visual treat. Heklina had me ducking from flying cookies, Faux Pas left me awe-struck once again, and Ooh La Luz had me seeing red. Luckily I did not get called to the stage for a “de-virginizing” as almost promised on the Trannyshack Tribe post... which I had started days before leaving for the trip. Next time, next time.

On Wednesday afternoon, Woods and I headed over to Cha Cha Cha in the Haight-Ashbury area for a little late lunch before shopping at Amoeba Records and catching “Transamerica” at The Bridge. Let me throw my two cents into the Oscar race pool and say that Felicity Huffman definitely deserves to win that golden statue for Best Actress. She was amazing in that film.

After the late afternoon activities, Woods and I headed back to the hotel to freshen up, and to have a few cocktails. At about 11pm, we flagged down a taxi cab over to the Castro for the one year anniversary of the monthly party appropriately titled Faggot – which is held at Daddy’s. It was completely insane and so much fun. You couldn’t go wrong with the lovely Anna Conda hosting, DJ EarWorm manning the decks, and an extremely “friendly” crowd. As the night progressed, we were adorned with performances by Anna Conda and the wonderfully wicked Suppositori Spelling. Needless to say, I barely remember getting back to the hotel. You know you’ve had a good time when you wake up the next morning naked and clueless on how you got that way.

Alright, enough with my blabbing, it's photo time...

Yet another stunning conceptual piece by Faux Pas.

Half way through the song Faux Pas turns her back to the audience and lays down on a bed of nails.

Towards the end of the number, Faux Pas’ fellow performer lays on top of her.

Vinstanos strutting her majik around the stage.

With the lighting dim on the stage, Siamese Twin’d Ooh La Luz enchanted the crowd with glowly red lights.

The surreal carnival Fortune Teller brought to you by Kiddie.

Loveless’ arms sway during her dreamy number.

Glamamore’s extraordinary production of the half woman half man!

The hauntingly radiant Malakai bringing you a carousel.

Fauxnique prepares to walk the tight rope.

Woods and BJ all smiles after the show.

Whip serving up a piece of BJ’s yummy goodness.

Whip in half open mouth mode getting fresh with Shutterslut.

Woods’ coy look... *cough* a wolf in sheep’s clothing! *cough*

“Gorgeous!” A dry assed Whip with a non-funky smeared Heklina.

The brilliant Faux Pas with a fawning Woods.

The ecstatic Post-Trannyshack street walkers Whip (all bundley) and Woods (all leather’d).

Whip all scurred in the hallway at the "Overlook Hotel"... also known as the Ramada Inn on Market Street. Red rum.

The alluring Anna Conda letting the fags at Faggot know that tipping is not encouraged, but demanded!

Anna Conda snacking on dog treats while WERKing the lip sync.

On the road to being drunk bitches... Whip and Woods.

Woods gets all “arty” with the delightful Anna Conda.

A packed house at Faggot.

The graceful Suppostori Spelling aggressively showing Woods who is in charge.

Scottish! Woods befriends a fellow Scot at Faggot.

Suppostori showing the homos how to own the stage.

The elusive European Chris with a silly pucker’d up Whip.

Those Scots sure know how to party... and they also know how to shred a layer of clothing at a bat of an eye lash!

Anna Conda takes a moment from her busy hosting duties to snap a picture with Whip.

A busty Anna Conda seducing a scantily clad Woods.

The drunk bitches have finally arrived... and attempting to corrupt a sly Chris.

The awesome “Bucci Bag” spinning DJ EarWorm with a flabbergasted Whip.

The splendid Jarrad with the tipsy dorkus Whiplash... where’s the after party at?!

Woods, looking a bit pooped out, on the search for something meaty.