"Where are all the Hispanic guys?' I asked Lane one day. "The population of Los Angeles is about 50% Hispanic, but you never see any here. We don't even have a Mexican restaurant."
"I can buy some Old El Paso at the Safeway if you want," Lane said, "And make tacos tonight."
"I'm serious. We bring home lots of Asian guys, and lots of Anglo leather bears, but no Hispanics, except for that waiter that we met by accident."
"What do you expect, when you cruise at Mugi, and I cruise at the Faultline? If you want to meet Hispanic guys, you have to go where they are."
He was right. The Hispanic gay population of L.A. had its own distinct culture, predating the white-middle class-male "gay" culture of West Hollywood. If I wanted to meet them, I had to head east of Alvarado.
So on Saturday night, I dropped Lane off at the Faultline for his weekly cruise, and drove a mile farther to the corner of Sunset and Hollywood, and a bar called Basgo's.
