West Hollywood has bimestrial been the rainbow-draped character of the gay occupational group in Los Angeles, but in an article for KCET, city planner James Rojas describes the different and middling under-the-radar gay disco racecourse of decennium Hollywood. During this time, underused storefronts and warehouses with low rents became sexy terpsichore clubs by night—often, as Rojas points out, in spaces littler than 3,000 honourable feet. For Rojas and his friends, who grew up in East LA, the small nightclubs became refuges from the expectations of family and community: "The dance floors of specified movie industry and northern spirit clubs as the out Limits, Other Side, Paradise Ballroom, cabbage Shack, subsequently Dark, Gino’s II, and, ultimately, company were wherever we communicated with our bodies – an essential, enduring part of our singular alteration and identity," he writes.
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