This is Drama Masks, a Bay Area performing arts column from a born San Franciscan and longtime theatre artist in an N95 mask. I talk venue safety and dramatic substance, or the lack thereof.

I can’t tell y’all how much a relief last Sunday’s Castro Street Fair was. I stopped by every booth, picked up way too much free candy (and condoms), and had to convince myself not to buy every t-shirt I saw.

I wasn’t alive for Harvey Milk’s first fair half a century ago. As I scrolled through the photos of this year’s event, I laughed to myself imagining what naughty pix he would’ve developed at his Castro Camera storefront. It was comforting seeing so much bare flesh, given how tenaciously Scott Wiener tried to have the neighborhood’s nudists arrested.

I genuinely wonder how Harvey would have resp

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