This past Saturday a group of anti-choice protesters marched on San Francisco City Hall to call attention to Friday's 43rd anniversary of Roe v. Wade. The event, called Walk For Life, drew tens of thousands of people from around the country to San Francisco in order to challenge a woman's right to safe and legal abortions. The March For Life, in turn, brought out a slew of counter protests — including a group of topless activists.

The group, reports Jezebel, is called Femen, and specifically sought to disrupt the speech of David Daleiden. Daleiden, you may remember, is the guy whose highly edited Planned Parenthood videos caused an uproar among anti-choice activists last year. He was scheduled to speak at Saturday's event, and that's when Femen made their move.

"Seconds after Daleiden took the stage," reads a press release from the group, "FEMEN activist Anni Ma set off a personal security alarm from within the crowd, and took her shirt off to reveal 'FREEDOM MEANS CHOICE' painted on her chest. Activist Carly Mitchell joined Ma in chanting 'Fraud! Hypocrite! Liar!' at Daleiden."

"Ducote and Marston climbed up the wheelchair lift and tossed 200 fake subpoenas at Daleiden," continues the group's statement, "featuring his face stamped with 'Fraud,' 'Fake,' and 'Liar.'"

Ducote and Marston were charged with violating a park code prohibiting women from being topless, notes Jezebel, after six rally attendees physically restrained the women (you can watch a partial video of the arrest below).

“I have written to SF Board of Supervisors at length about changing this park code, but they have not risen to the occasion,” notes Ducote.

As we've learned before, SF's current ban on public nudity does not extend to certain sanctioned events, beaches, and permitted protests, and activists have claimed successfully in court that other instances of nude protest might be legal as well.

Update: Houston Public Media is now reporting that David Daleiden, the focus of Femen's protest and featured speaker at Saturday's anti-abortion rally, has been indicted by a Texas grand jury.

Both David Daleiden and Sandra Merritt have been indicted for Tampering with a Governmental Record, which is a felony. Daleidan was also indicted for Prohibition of the Purchase and Sale of Human Organs, meaning he illegally offered to purchase human organs in the video recording. A violation of this section is a Class A misdemeanor.

“These individuals broke the law and committed fraud in order to spread lies about Planned Parenthood," Rochelle Tafolla of Planned Parenthood Gulf Coast told Houston Public Media, "and today they’re going to be held accountable for breaking those laws.”

Previously: 30,000 Abortion Opponents To Descend On San Francisco Saturday

In the early years of SFist, one of our Gothamist overlords told us we should sign up for this (since discontinued, I thought) email-alert system from Urban Dictionary that would let us know when a local slang term was popularized. In the intervening decade, I can't recall ever seeing anything of note. That is, until today, when my inbox got a message about the San Francisco Hitchhike.

My first thought, of course, was that this was somehow related to John Waters's recent book, Carsick (capsule review: first two sections are for Waters superfans only, third section is completely wonderful!), which details how he hitchhiked from Baltimore to his new apartment in San Francisco. John Waters seems like the kind of guy who could've somehow commandeered Urban Dictionary for his own purposes, right?

However, that was not the case. Here is what a San Francisco Hitchhike is, per the entry posted to Urban Dictionary today:

The act of tucking your penis back and then proceeding to jerk yourself off from the back while your thumb is extended into your butthole.

Or, to use it in a sentence:

Ray was feeling frisky today, so he tucked it back and gave himself a good ol' San Francisco Hitchhike.

As I reread that, it has a certain Watersian quality, I suppose. But, anyway, now you know.

There's a naked bike ride happening this Saturday, July 26, for those ballsy enough to put their nether regions near spokes and chains.

Organizers say it's a “ride as bare as you dare” kind of affair that encourages body paint, lingerie, tutus, or whatever you’re into. Skaters and skateboarders are also welcome.

Everyone will gather at the Vaillancourt Fountain in Justin Herman Plaza (1 Market Street) starting at 11 a.m. to embark on a six-hour ride that goes through the Haight, Golden Gate Park, Ocean Beach, and winds its way back to the center of town.

The event, which has taken place in 70 cities around the world, has a greater mission to bring attention to our oil dependency and car dominated culture. So you can tell your friends that you’re getting naked for a good cause (not because you’re freaky). Also, try not to get arrested while you're at it.

For more details, go to the World Naked Bike Ride’s Facebook page, and check out our NSFW photo gallery from last year’s event.

On Sunday afternoon a gaggle of nude and partially nude cyclists gathered at Justin Herman Plaza in San Francisco to protest American oil dependency and their freedom to assemble peacefully without clothing. For the 2014 edition of the World Naked Bike Ride, genitalia was out there, stiff selfies were taken and pedals were pushed more than agendas. Mostly though, people seemed to just be hanging out in the buff.

Despite the city's high-profile, selectively enforced ban on public nudity, at this time it appears there were no arrests made during the event.

Reporting on this morning's fatal news chopper crash in Seattle, Fox 31 in Denver got more than they wanted after clicking through someone's Twitter photo feed—namely, somebody's penis. The hosts, appropriately enough, recoiled in horror.

Stressing that the penis in question was not from the tablet of one of their reporters, KDVR has issued the following apology:

“While reporting breaking news about the crash of the KOMO-TV helicopter in Seattle, FOX31 Denver accidentally broadcast an offensive photo while scrolling live through a Twitter feed of pictures from the crash scene.

The photo was mistakenly broadcast by our control room. It did not come from the tablet many viewers saw being used by one of our anchors.

We apologize for the inadvertent broadcast of the image and we are taking immediate steps to prevent such an accident from happening again.”

And:

E-journalism 101 time, kids: Twitter remains one of the few social media mammoths to still allow pornographic imagery. (Facebook, Instagram, and Vine, however, censor most types of nudity.) Something to keep in mind, on-air reporters.

[Instinct]
[BuzzFeed]

Led by nude activist Gypsy Taub, a gaggle locals (airing their fleshy bits and pieces) try boarding the F Market on Saturday afternoon. Alas, they were not successful.

This is related to San Francisco's nudity ban. Of course.

For serious collectors of hand-carved phallic items, this "WOW" table made from one massive, hard piece of driftwood that recently turned up on Craigslist may be the conversation piece you've been searching for.

According to the Craigslist poster, who has apparently kept a firm grip on this gem since the early seventies, the male member was carved by Chico-based chef and artist Angelo Lucido in '73. The glass tabletop is cut to fit, naturally.

If you're in the market for a one-of-a-kind dick table, you'll have to bring your own truck: The table is listed in the Castro (the wellspring from which everything gay pours forth), but is actually located in Chico — about a three hour drive from the city's rainbow arrondissement.

Actually, there is one former Folsom Street leather bar where it would fit right in with the decor.

[Craigslist]

Fetish fans arrived en masse to the 30th Folsom Street Fair in SoMa for day full of fun, sun, whips, chains, and brazen nudity.

The event, which raised $325,000 for local and national charities in 2012 alone, was greeted by cloudy skies, perfect for festival goers wear next to nothing. When the event first started in 1983, it was a little-known local event that picked up where the increasingly safe and family-oriented SF Pride Parade let off. Today, corporate sponsors from beer companies, wireless carriers, and megachain hotels all take part in the annual Folsom Street Fair.

Here are a few images from Sunday's bacchanalia. Enjoy.

As if things weren't weird enough down by the Embarcadero Center today, a semi-naked man climbed a light pole on Drumm Street this morning, camped out for a little while and removed his pants. It took a legion of SFPD officers and one SWAT team tactical vehicle to finally retrieve the nude man from his perch around 2 p.m. this afternoon.

According to SFPD spokesman Officer Gordon Shyy, police responded to the area around 10 o'clock this morning and closed off the block while a negotiator was called in to come talk to the man. One witness on the block posted an account of the incident on Reddit:

Earlier this morning on Drumm street a man climbed up a light pole and began yelling. Police corded off the block but have appeared to take no action. There are literally dozens of police monitoring the situation. Then this afternoon the man threw off his pants and is now nude. This seems to have attracted quite a lot of spectators.

Other witnesses on Reddit said there were no fewer than 17 police officers and firefighters waiting for the man to come down. In photos showing the police action, the SWAT team tactical vehicle can be seen pulling up to the light pole and extending a platform so officers could reach the man. They allegedly gave him a Gatorade. Officer Shyy tells SFist the man finally came down around 2 p.m. this afternoon and was taken to a nearby hospital.

Update: SFist reader Colin sends in another photo of the man in his perch, before he allegedly removed said pants:

Update II: Another SFist reader sends in the semi-NSFW photos and video below. The video contains a nude man, obviously, but is probably too blurry to really be NSFW. It does, however show just how big the crowd was down at Sacramento and Drumm Streets this afternoon. Sadly our tipster says the video cuts off just before the pole sitter started singing "Amazing Grace."

(Photo via SFist reader Cary S.)

[H/T: Reddit]

On Sunday, August 25th, San Francisco's edition of National Go Topless Day arrived on a sunny and humid day in Dolores Park. The event was billed as an opportunity for men to cover up their nipples and women to unbutton with impunity, all in the name of equal topless rights. (Which, again: going topless is perfectly legal in San Francisco.)

In a way, equality definitely happened this afternoon as only two female participants showed, their numbers perfectly matched by the two male participants who stripped down to their cutesy brassieres and knitted dong socks.

Meanwhile, in New York: the East Coast event was better attended. Los Angeles also had a big topless turnout in Venice Beach.

In this semi-regular feature, SFist Associate Editor Andrew Dalton attempts to combine figure skating lore and self-improvement by cooking his way through Brian Boitano's delightfully self-aware new cookbook: What Would Brian Boitano Make? This week: a Pride-adjacent Hot Italian Sausage Panini pop-up

If the Tamale Lady has taught us anything, it's that taking advantage of drunk people's appetites is a viable business model for aspiring cooks. So, for my third journey into WWBBM?, latching on to the Pride bandwagon seemed like no-brainer. After all, people leaving the Pride festivities would have an appreciation for both opportunistic sidewalk sausages and figure skating.

For this to work, I'd need a support crew. So I brought sous chef (and owner of portable camp stove) Wes "Mesquite" Rowe, along with chief event consultant Lauryn. Between the three of us, as well as a batch of Brian's white wine sangria, I figured this would be a breeze:

Before setting up shop at Van Ness and Grove, near the Pride melee, we had to do some legwork. The recipe calls for quick-pickled peppers with sweet onions, pre-grilled hot Italian sausages and two types of cheese all toasted on a ciabatta roll. Here, Brian does it all for the folks on Food Network in under three minutes:

Things proved a touch more difficult for three hungover amateur cooks on Pride Sunday, however. Especially when our quadrupled recipe meant slicing a metric ton of peppers and onions (read: five each of red and green peppers, plus five onions). Dividing up the work, Wes took on slicing duties, while I grilled the tubesteaks and boiled the pickle brine. Lauryn went to work on the Sangria, which we hoped would be a cool and fruity beverage to counter all those acidic veggies and salty pig parts.

White Wine Sangria: The Boitano method involves 1 bottle of Spanish white wine, apple juice, a granny smith apple, some mint, lemons, limes and sliced grapes. Brian recommends a light, dry wine like a Verdejo or an Albarino — a recommendation we promptly threw out in favor of a 5-liter box of Franzia's finest "Crisp White" varietal, which we combined with sugar, sprigs of spanked mint, sliced apples and citrus in a bucket that Wes had laying around marked "ALLERGEN ALERT: PEANUTS." Anyway, we were pretty sure the bucket was clean and peanut-free now.

(Photo: Lauryn McCarthy)

Topped off with ice and a splash of soda water and the whole thing was surprisingly refreshing. The beauty of Sangria is that you can't really screw it up. Just keep adding whatever you feel like until it's as sweet or as dry or as citrusy as you'd like. By the end of the afternoon, ours just tasted like slightly boozy apple juice.

With the Sangria sloshing, the peppers pickled and packed, and about half our sausages butterflied and grilled to gold medal (or at least Food Network) standards, we packed the car and headed for Civic Center. But first we had to pick up 2-foot-wide facsimile of the book cover that we had printed up at Staples. If we were going to piggyback off the fame of a 1988 Olympic Gold Medalist, we had to make sure people got the whole visual:

(Photo: Andrew Dalton/SFist)

We thought the colorfully dressed rollerskater circling us on the plaza in front of the S.F. Symphony would work to our advantage, but as it turns out, our first almost-customers were a trio of girls in their late teens wearing daisy dukes and bikini tops who had descend on Civic Center from a far-flung BART station. While one admitted to being a figure skater, none of them had a clue who Brian Boitano was. Fair enough. I figure they were still in kindergarten when South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut came out in 1999. But did they buy my $6 panini? No, they merely wanted to know whether they would have to walk through the Tenderloin to get to Dolores Park from here and then went on their merry way.

A pair of men of a certain age would become our first official customers of the day. While waiting for their first sandwich to come off the grill (a frying pan on a propane stove), they argued sweetly over whether they each needed a sandwich or if they could just split one. They ended up buying two:

(Photo: Andrew Dalton/SFist)

A portly t-shirt salesman from Modesto, who drove all the way into the big city to sell homemade Pride-themed tees on Van Ness, bought another sandwich (albeit sans pickled peppers) before returning shortly after to significantly boost our bottom line by buying three more. He was our best customer of the day.

Having now officially sold food illegally on the sidewalk, our crew was no longer intimidated by the guy selling bacon-wrapped hotdogs 10 yards away. We even perfected our carnie catcalls ("HOT Italian Sausage!" "Boi-TAHN-OH Panini!" "White winnnnnne sangria!"), but the fog and the dwindling crowds meant it was time to bail. We plotted our next move to the holy grail of fabulous Sunday day drinking: Hard French.

[Disclaimer: This panini pop-up project is in no way related to Hard French, we're just opportunists.]

(Photo: Andrew Dalton/SFist)

Setting up again in front of a tire store on Mission Street, we made relatively quick work of our remaining panini. Three sold to the bar staff next door at Virgil's, and the vast majority flew out of our pan once we started cooking sausages again and the cigarette smokers waiting around to get into Roccapulco drifted over, following the scent of grilled meat. Our Boitano-theme pop-up was met with both delight and confusion. One woman, who appeared totally sober, was incredulous that we were not in some way being paid off by the cookbook's publisher*. Tips started getting stuffed in your author's waistband, we were getting a little buzzed on Sangria and naked butts started getting dangerously close to our frying pan:

By the end of the day, we sold through our stock of panini (although our staff indulged in a few ourselves), gave away about half our bucket of Sangria and made some youngsters aware of a late eighties cultural hero while making back all the money we spent on groceries in the process. As we packed up the car and decided to go spend all our earnings on cheap beer and whiskey next door, we fed one last hungry customer: an apparently homeless kid who claimed our last, gratis double-meat sandwich. Giving back just seemed like something Brian Boitano would do.

Next time: A cocktail we renamed The Boitano 88 and thoughts on celebrity.

*Full disclosure: SFist received a review copy of the book for free, but only after pitching this foolhardy project to the folks at Lyons Press. All other expenses are paid for by the author, who is not very liquid, by the way.

As the number one transit etiquette blog in the Bay Area (note: unverified), we feel it is in our duty to bring you the latest news in public transportation behavior. In the past, we've brought you fights on busses and fights with streetcars. Here now, a little love on public transit, as one amorous couple was recently filmed apparently grinding their way through the Transbay Tube.

The video, which would probably be rated R by the MPAA but is still not something you'd want your boss checking out over your shoulder, was posted to Facebook for all to see yesterday and, judging by the title, was filmed last night around 10 p.m. [Update: someone on Twitter claims it was filmed months ago, but we have no way to verify that.] There's not a whole lot of nudity here, but it seems pretty obvious what's going on. We already knew the BART seats were gross, but watching these two go at it will totally change your perception of all BART seating forever. You've been warned:

There it is. Now that is something you will have to live with every time you ride BART. "Do you think someone had sex on that seat?" You'll wonder to yourself before sitting down anyway.

The video racked up almost 700 Facebook likes and 750 shares as of this writing, and it's amazing not a single person has flagged the video yet. (And if it does get taken down, don't be surprised when it shows up on World Star Hip-Hop.)

The video's Facebook comments covered a range of topics:

• Sanitary conditions: "That's nasty"
  
• The girl's mental state: "That hoe must be on crack only crack heads do shit like that smmfh"
  
• Political commentary: "I guess this was the cum stain that made the workers go on strike."
  
• Defending the rights of consenting adults:"Eh, who cares? As long as they are two consenting adults, there's not a gaggle of school children near by, and they're not getting dick and pussy juice all over the place. Besides, worse things have been dribbled and wiped on those seats."

As our colleagues in New York wondered when subway blowjob videos hit the internet, who's rudest here? The people having sex on BART or the guy filming people having sex on BART and then posting it on the Internet? Better question: is BART taking over the New York subway's title of most naked transit system?

Update, 6 p.m.: Well that was quick. The video was taken down from Facebook. We've already replaced the video with a version from World Star Hip Hop, which is less scrupulous about these things.

[H/T: Mission Mission]

Video of the "naked, spitting and pissing man" who wreaked havoc on 16th Street BART station during a Friday rush hour last month has hit YouTube. And it is harrowing to say the least. As we heard from news sources and eyewitnesses in the station, the man can be seen chasing after a woman, who falls to the ground before bystanders pull him off. The woman was able to take refuge in the ticketing booth along with the station agent who filmed the whole thing while calling for help from BART police and SFPD (who seemingly take forever to respond).

After the attempted sexual assault, the second half of the video shows the man performing naked acrobatics on top of the railings and fare gates, flopping around violently on the floor, and getting noticed, but ignored, by transit-hardened commuters:

He was shortly detained by police after the incident and held for mental evaluation.

Previously: 'Naked, Spitting & Pissing Man' Allegedly Shuts Down 16th Street BART [NSFW] [Updates]

The warm weather proved a boon for those who striped down to nothing for San Francisco's annual World Naked Bike Ride. Here are a few images of cyclists taking it off at Justin Herman Plaza, and then taking to the road. Enjoy

A gaggle of young adults peeled off their clothing for the semesterly Naked Run last week at UC Berkeley. Lots of jiggling breasts and male bits can be seen in this video, so: NSFW.

Cal's legendary Naked Run showcases a reported "30-minute rush of ecstasy to the halls" of Moffitt Library. Also of note? According to UC Berkeley's the Daily Clog, who participated in the presumably liberating jog, hardly anyone got wasted prior to running. (!) Naked runner/budding journalist Katherine Velicki reports, "While some participants may have slipped under our radar, we found that the vast majority did not drink at all before disrobing."

Laura Zepeda -- clearly too frazzled by studying to hold her phone horizontally, so let's all give her a break -- took the following footage of the students releasing some steam. Enjoy.