If there’s a local neighborhood with a better name than Polk Gulch, we haven’t heard it. Once featuring a grand accumulation of marginalized characters tottering around on cheap heels and barbiturates, the perineum lying between Van Ness and the Tenderloin has become sanitized, sadly, nearly to the point that a gay male hustler might not know what corner to stand on. As notorious bars like the Polk Gulch Saloon closed (it became the Lush Lounge, insanely), the main marginalized group — the unaffluent queer community, which dominated the scene for decades — got swept to the winds or to the Tenderloin. And as they went, so did their stories. Oral historian Joey Plaster has been finding them with his Polk Street Stories Project, putting out a call for submissions and tracking down the perpetrators. Today’s... More >>>