The sun shines brightly over Los Angeles. Two fathers take turns holding their daughter’s hand as she stumbles through the grass. She’s just learning to walk. A few blocks over at the Pacific Design Center, a man and his new wife sip iced lattés on a stroll through the neighborhood. He anxiously checks his phone, waiting for their real estate agent to call back with good news.
No, this isn’t B-roll for a utopian house-hunting television show. This is the gayborhood of the future, which is maybe not much of a gayborhood at all.