I’ll keep it real with you. When I first thought of this title, I, too, was like “yeah, alright you still got it, Damon.” Not sure if you’ve noticed, but naming blogs tends to be the hardest part of drafting a blog post, especially when you have the train of thought like Jo and me.
But this time I thought I had it all figured out. Since San Francisco is 99% foggy and rainy and misty and every other kind of light precipitation, I came up with the oh-so clever, logical title “Overcast in Castro.” But whoa, whoa, whoa, not so fast. It had been foggy and rainy and misty the entire time I was in SF, but yet the second I take out my camera to snap my first photo of Castro, guess who came out?
The sun. For once. Just to teach me some kind of lesson about calling out my blog title too soon, or something.
Castro is the SF hood for anything and everything LGBT. It’s loud, it’s proud, it’s even got a massive gay flag waving to welcome you, and because of all that, its known worldwide. But this reputation as SF’s gayborhood did not just come about like that. Sometime between the end of World War II and the 1960s, Castro served as one of the first gay communities in the United States, originally getting its start when the thousands of men who were serving around the Pacific Ocean had been discharged by the military due to their sexuality. Nowadays, both locals and tourists come to Castro for a night out at one of the bars along Castro St. or one of Castro Theatre’s movie sing-a-longs. Yes, you read that correctly.
Check out these photos from Castro from my afternoon walk around the neighborhood (and forgive the sunny ones):
They host movie sing-a-longs here at Castro Theatre!
People go crazy about this place in SF.
A viewer/reader I met on the street!
Can you tell Castro is where the LGBT community is at?