I’ve been thinking a lot about safe spaces. And I can’t help thinking about my experience at Folsom St. Fair this year.
The fair itself felt like an amazingly safe space. Sure, there was lots of skin even to the point of completely naked people walking around on leashes. In the midst of all this obvious sexuality and exhibitionism the most common thing I overheard was people asking for permission to touch, or even take pictures.
This is so different than most places. In many places the assumption is that touch is welcome unless it is explicitly negated. At Folsom, the assumption is that touch is unwelcome unless it’s explicitly permitted.
In fact, walking down Market street in my new corset was much braver than getting into the corset at the fair. At the fair, I was just another person on exhibit. But I was secure that no one would touch, without my (or Cam’s) permission. On Market, no one would touch but the looks were … different. I was very grateful for a protective male next to me.