Daljeet’s
The venerable Daljeet’s sells punk boots, shin guards, corsets and spiderweb tights in the Haight.
Last year I went to a terrible and depressing Neil LaBute production in the Village. Afterwards we were gheraoed into accompanying an arty friend to purchase cuniculus-related unmentionables which are, apparently, unavailable in Bombay. The proprietors were desi, as they tend to be, and while she discussed the product’s pros and cons, we stood outside wishing desperately to be anywhere else.
on Monday, October 6th, 2008, 7:20 pm in Fashion, Humor, Sex, Theater › 
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wha-? your friend into gerbils and ductape? That’s bold man. Those things have teef.
Takin’ it back to the old skool, Khooficus :)
And some other battery-powered devices you can find on your own.
Ah.. we are tickled.
The thing I notice is that women who dress all sexy are never into sex toys. Arty women with the Palin glasses do nothing but talk about sex toys. Now that I think about it, it does make sense. Have you seen some of these toys? They look like they could be centerpieces on coffee tables or mini sculptures.
Uncle, you are BRILLIANT.
I was just there the other week and was similarly surprised to see an auntie manning the counter. In my best broken Hindi, I found out that they’ve had the business for over 40 years. I also found out that she didn’t really speak Hindi.