Up close and personal with Mayor Newsom…

While my peers were storming through City Hall and shortly after I had insulted a large piece of sfpd grade d bacon (by asking him to support local sex workers) Mayor Newsom’s car appeared before my eyes. My mouth dropped open wide and I almost to my knees, at the opportunity that is. As he emereged from the heavily guarded vehicle, my heart was pounding. There he was, in the flesh, the man who has the power to give San Francisco’s sex worker’s not only social justice, but human and labor rights. I mustered evey gut in my body to purge, in the sweetest voice I could conjure, the words “Mayor Newsom will you please support local sex worker’s?” I looked up at him with wide eyes as I handed him a hot orange “Decriminalize Prostitution in the United States!” sticker. “Thank You” I said as he took it on his rushed journey through and past people and up into the shelter of his heavily guarded office.
I only hoped that he, and not the old, hagered man that I had spoken with earlier, would have been the one to admit to me “Man, I need a good fuck!”
Maybe next time. Maybe I’ll post this one in on CL in the missed connections section where it belongs. Maybe Gavin will find it tonight before he heads off to dream land and maybe, just maybe he will truely support his local sex workers.
If not, if you see him, tell him to give me a ring whe he feels up to the pleasure, because I’ll be ready to go to work, even if it has to be an outcall to City Hall.