In 1977 I escaped from the Midwest and arrived in our gay haven, the Castro. Even though I was in my early 30s I did something a young person would never be able to do today ...
buy a fixer in District 8. And many of the young people I worked and socialized with, gay and straight, also could live in the neighborhood because the supply of homes exceeded the demand, and prices were reasonable.Fast-forward 44 years, and the situation is completely different.