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1967 San Francisco Summer of Love A magnificent sexual trip
When I was 18+ 1967 Summer of Love. Joined the U..S. Army 1966 17th birthday due to I only joined to avoid the Vietnam draft I played crazy as a mother fucker was discharged 10 months later...fuck dying for wealthy pigs and lying politicians, fuck America it's gone to shit!
I.digress, after my short military stay I.went to.Montana beauty and lumber jobs. However, a bit of trouble and thoughts of Deer Lodge prison and I.was off to.San Francisco and the Summer of you name it!
Arriving with $325.00 a lot in '67 When apartments in Height or the Tenderloin could be had from.$40.00 mo. buffet partially.furnished. Anyway, apt. hunting and I was no novice. A queer in a city jam packed with homosexuals...A man 38 an attorney stopped me I was perfect prey for chickenhawks. He took me home and had his way with me all night. Seriously, back home I'd been selling my cock since age 15 and had several.regulars. See, I did not do drugs and my.life hanging out with older and mostly classy homos had schooled me, thus my San Francisco 1st. In California was impressed, taken with.me my.boyish good looks and an 8" dick didn't hurt.
During the following days I thoroughly checked out the City ( as it is call it ) and mind you.I.was far more heterosexual than even bisexual leanings. Free love, If it feels good do.it! So mindful of a vast array of VD I got pussy carefully.as possible to think of all the snatch I turned down, but Clap or Spy could have ruined my hustle.
Days fucking around all.over the Bay Area some nights watching, Joplin, The Dead, Creedence, The Airplane and no shit, no show ever exceeded $5.00 pigs inflation! After several nights with Lee he asked me to move in I had shown myself trustworthy and he loved sucking my cock. He lived on California Street Job Hill.a few blocks from the Mark.Hopkins classy digs. Now, my hair was of the day, not long or shaggy, I dressed nice and changed into hippie shit with a great wig when my needs called for such garb.
Lee was my benefactor not my owner so I hustled Union Square, and the Castro had not taken off quite yet. I sold myself for no less than $ 30.00 often more. But these cheap fags rude, crude and no taste by the dozens offered $5-10 some I punched out for the insult. Safe? Think again a young trick was in reality, never safe. For example, One night a big guy, 6'6" 275 picked me up offering $50.00 then we proceeded to South San Francisco near the airport to a cheap motel. I got the money, which he took back later, I undressed he.man handled me on the bed lined me and him and raped me. My first anal ever. The man had a big fat cock I never saw but felt as he fucked me well.over an hour talking filthy and threats as he must.have cum three times. When he was finished he removed the money paid me from.my pants, got dressed and left me at midnight no buses me far across town. Other similar things happened that being the real scary one. With Lee virtually supporting me, clothes, lodging, food $20.00 allowance every day before he went to work, by September the Summer of Love concluding I had banked nearly $2,000 from Lee and hustling, In all, I had one he'll of a Summer of Love.
What an unpleasant post!
I had a very different experience in Haight/Ashbury!
But then - we are nothing alike.
I hitched from Mass to see the Big Sur....then caught a ride into 'Frisco. Guy took a room 2 blocks off union sq. Let me sleep on the floor. I hung out in Union Square - met all kinds, got propositioned a couple of times by older men. No thanks.
He then took an apt on 2nd floor on Haight st., 2 blocks form the G.G.Park - THE center of Haight/Ashbury!
This was 1967.
He asked if I could cook - for he and his girl friend and their friends. Sure - I'm 18, I can cook!? He gave me a couple bucks for the food - I hit the dented can store in the Tenderloin.
I spent my days playing my guitar for tourists on Nob Hill and at Fisherman's W.
When I'd made $2.50 or so - I'd knock off work for the day!
Had a blast - hanging with the other kids - peace was the pass-word! Kindness!
The "week-end Hippies" would show up - and the tourists drive by. But we put up with all of them.....kindness remember!
Towards the end of that summer the idiot troublemakers began preying on all of us. Things were not so safe on the streets.
I met wonderful girl - we married as teens down in LA. I founded a love-in in Covina (their first) and we continued to meet some lovely young people. A man from the ACLU came by and warned us that Covina was a super conservative community - and that the police were gunning for reasons to lock us up....at my hippie house I rented.
Wife and I took a bus to Mass and lived happily ever after in Amherst - a hippie town in those days. I went to the central highlands of Vietnam as a conscientious objector combat medic.
Survived that - and we had 4 kids.