Gloria Brame, Ph.D.

The Castro: historic photo

Filed By Gloria Brame, Ph.D. | October 13, 2010 2:30 PM | comments

Filed in: Gay Icons and History, Politics, You Gotta See This
Tags: Gay Liberation, GLBT, GLBT History Month, San Francisco history

An amazing, poignant and joyous photo of the 1979 Castro Street Fair, in those halycon pre-AIDS days when the cry rang out for Gay Liberation. I did not attend but, oh, I remember and, oh, how inspiring they were to me in their bravery and passion. Were any of you there?


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Rick and David | October 13, 2010 3:08 PM

Yep...we were there! How much it has changed from life, to people getting sick, to GIRD to HIV/AIDS.

dharmapupil | October 14, 2010 1:54 AM

Yes, my lover and I were there...
We lived in Sacramento and would drive over every Saturday night to watch "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" and we'd stay up and go to the Castro for sunrise services (!)

Well, I almost was there! My first visit to SF was in September 1979. The White Night Riot had taken place the previous May. The friends I visited with told me there had just been a big gay street fair, but I don't remember if it was the Castro Street Fair or the Folsom Street Fair. Rumors were circulating that guys were humping right in the middle of the crowd.

Condoms? This is 1979 ... what's a condom?

Yes, but for us pre-boomers it was Polk or Folsom street in the 60's or early 70's. I'm from Sacramento too. We didn't think of ourselves as tourists but just as horny teenagers. The population of these areas would probably triple on weekends with kids from 150 or 200 miles away. There was always a crash pad where we were welcome as long as we had dope and maybe a dollar for a dozen eggs or pkg of beacon. Sacramento had a free clinic (Aquarian Effort) in an ancient downtown Victorian building. Everything was cured with a free shot of antibiotic. We didn't hear of Aids until '82 or '83 when every thing changed.