I pushed past the curtain and waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. There was a small area with a drinking fountain and a set of curtains on the right which led into the theater. Nobody was at the window when I got there but there was a doorbell buzzer to alert the attendant who was doubling as the projectionist.Īfter paying the admission, I was buzzed in past the gate.
When I walked into the theater, there was a small foyer with posters of the movies being shown, and a ticket window and gate to get into the theater. I was nervous the first time I went there but also pretty excited. I'd read about it in the SF paper under the Adult theater section.
The first time I had gay sex was at the Tearoom Theatre in San Francisco.
