We moved out in the early '70s. I lived on the water in Oakland for a decade and that was a unique experience. I still live in the Bay Area but I don't go to the city often. I guess my favorite place is still the Maritime Museum but I just don't like dealing with the creeps.
The gays don't bother me in practice as much as in principle. I've seen just about everything; It's the lies they tell and the damage they do to others to which I object and it's real. They don't make me squeamish no matter how hard they try. What's really funny is how they take it when you feed their crap back to them. That hard "balls out" exterior is really brittle, and beneath it is a self-hatred so deep that either real violence or deep depression isn't far behind.
The bums are just gross, and as a visitor you have to deal with them. It's different as a resident.
I miss the place, but I wish they'd go away.
Why did we ever let the sickos get the good real estate?