Yesterday as I was in a hurry to get home and avoid the impending rain, I was waiting for the 24-Divisidero at 18th and Castro. A young man pushing a baby stroller was walking down Castro toward the bus shelter. A young man wearing red tights, bright green shirt, and bright red hair. (Not orange, red!) Later, as I was riding the bus up the hill above the Castro, a young woman pulled the cable to get off at 21st Street. I hadn’t noticed her, although the bus wasn’t crowded. As she rose to leave the bus, my gaze went to her feet – or really her legs and feet. She was wearing shiny black vinyl boots that came up over the knee, with at least a dozen buckles, and three inch platform heels. With the goth makeup, she looked like Severin the depressed Dominatrix in Shortbus.
To top off the trend, as I was walking through the intersection of Castro and Market today, I overheard a stout woman, at least in her forties, saying to her friend on her cell phone “Honey, I am going to get my nose pierced again.” She was indeed walking in the direction of the The Gauntlet, the premier piercing joint around.