
i certainly knew what i was getting myself into… i moved to the castro for a variety of reasons—i was looking for big city life, and big city fun… i wanted easy access to bars, restaurants, cafés and the like, while still being centrally located. i wanted to live in a neighborhood with people, real people, not just yuppies walking their dogs to and fro.
my love/hate relationship with the castro has reached new heights. the more time that i spend living here, the more intense and obvious the love/hate becomes. i absolutely love the culture, the diversity, the excitement, the spunk, the fun, the energy, the community, the wild goings-on. i absolutely hate the stereotypes, the clichés, the campiness, the politics, the sketchiness, the sex — the sex that is always in the air.
i love the fact that i have a variety of fun, entertaining, and reasonably high-quality bars and pseudoclubs to go to, any night of the week. i hate the fact that i get cruised everywhere i go — and, no, it has nothing to do with me, my appearance or anything. i quickly learned that every single gay man in the castro makes eye contact with every single other gay man in the castro, 24/7, no matter what. i can’t go drop of my laundry, i can’t go to the hardware store, i can walk to the muni station, i can’t wait for the train, i can’t walk home from work without feeling the pervasive, sketchy stares of dozens of (albeit sometimes attractive) men. come on! let me just go about my daily routine already!
but, alas, that’s what i asked for. the grass is always greener…


