Clandestine gay sex in the Outside lands of SF??? I’M SHOCKED; round up the usual suspects.
My dad sold his bar on Haight & Cole in 1960 due to customer complaints about glory holes in the stalls; both in the men’s and women’s rooms.
Long story why GBLT folks migrated to the Avenues and well-worth looking up as a major and important preluded to the Hippies in the Haight and the gays in the Castro and Polk St. Gulch.
All this said, I recall I’d go to Land’s End to drink beer, smoke weed and make out with a date and doubt I was the Lone Ranger, and gender diversified even back then. Love and lust are why we are here!