ABSTRACT
Deviants of many kinds live well in San Francisco—natives and tourists alike make that observation. The city’s apparently casual and easygoing response to “sex, dope, and cheap thrills” (to crib the suppressed full title of Janis Joplin’s famous album—itself a San Francisco product) astounds visitors from other parts of the country who can scarcely credit either what they see happening or the way natives stroll by those same events unconcerned.
