Where he's mixed up seems rather to be in imagining every day in SF is the Folsom Street Festival, and every store is Mr. S. Admittedly I've only visited SF myself, and rarely at that, and in considerable part specifically for the purpose of partaking in activities which are in no sense proper for children. But the very strong impression with which I've come away is that of a relatively ordinary town that's a bit unusually up itself but which also really knows how to let its hair down, rather than the latter-day Sodom which our interlocutor makes it out to be.