The City of San Francisco was a playful mix of succulent studs and the brazen excitement of a stirred gay scene. Every corner I turned tasted of the mind-numbing pleasure of a forbidden aroma filling my senses. As I strolled through the streets, I beheld a spectrum of bewitching beauty, a bouquet of deliciously perfect physiques ready for the taking. It was like a temple to queer beauty, a temple that reminded me of Heaven Lane.