Hidden off Santa Monica Boulevard, Blacklite was a true Hollywood dive — dim, smoky, and alive with energy long after midnight. A sanctuary for the city’s queer misfits, it drew a loyal mix of gay men, trans women, and cross-dressers who found freedom in the flicker of its neon glow. The music was loud, the lights were low, and the crowd didn’t care who you were — only that you showed up.
