I used to go up on the roof to sunbathe back in the day before I knew the hazards of too much sun. The practice would continue after I knew those hazards.
I wasn’t alone. Sometimes my neighbors next door would be up there or I’d see people walking around on other rooftops in the neighborhood. It was a small, clandestine community that felt private. Even though hundreds could look out their windows and see us.
It felt so secure some would sunbathe nude. As racy as that might sound it wasn’t really a pick up scene. It’s pretty hard to communicate with someone six roofs over and even 20/20 vision has its limitations. (Oh, it’s you.)
I do remember the stories of one Rolling Stone journalist, Ben Fong Torres I believe, who got busted down in the Mission for getting frisky with his girlfriend on their roof. It did go on. So there was always that incentive to go back up.