I said "hardly ever," Brendan, and not, you know, "never". But here's one for you: I'm riding my bike out to West Seattle and I'm somewhere south of Safeco Field and just west of the Alaskan Way Viaduct. I stop my bike because one of my tennis shoe is untied—I don't own a pair of those snappy shoes popular with the lyrca set—and so I stop to tie my shoe. I see something out of the corner of my eye and realize that I've stopped smack in the middle of a hetero four-way. Behind me one straight couple is doing the stand-up heteronasty right up against a support column for the viaduct (is that safe?); in front of me another straight couple is doing the heteronasty—woman on top—on a cardboard box. I saw them, they saw me see them, they did not stop to apologize or offer me a mint or anything.
So I feel your pain, Brendan, I really do. And on behalf of all homosexuals everywhere, I apologize for the actions of the man in the can. But I'll bet you dollars to donut holes that the man in the can was straight-identified—not that that makes it okay. But heteros have to accept some responsibility for all those toilet wankers out there. You people created the dominant culture, one that made normal, natural homosexual desire taboo, and the culture your people created has warped the lives of innumerable homos. There are men out there who take what fleeting pleasures they can in toilets and saunas and parks because they don't feel they can ever come out, even today, and straight people are the authors of that tragedy, not gay people.
Furtive sex in public—that was the only intimacy allowed gay people before the gay and lesbian civil rights movement began, Brendan, so the gay movement can take credit for all the gay men who aren't having sex in public restrooms, terrorizing innocent theater editors with their semis, or putting small yappy dogs to uses that nature did not intend. And your fellow heterosexuals in the religious right, Brendan, are working hard to return us to a time when gay people could not live openly. It's your fellow heterosexuals, Brendan, who want to see more toilet sex, not less.
And as a homo, Brendan, I've got it worse when some dude in a toilet or a sauna starts waggling his dick at me. I can't react with righteous anger... because I don't want the guy to think I'm going to bash him or something. But I don't want to be to nonchalant about it, because I don't want the guy to think I'm delighted. So I usually mumble and hustle out the door as quickly as I can and resolve to pee at home.
And speaking of peeing at home: when you stopped in the toilet that day in the park... you were less than three blocks from your place and less than a block from my house. You could've held it... but you chose not to. You elected to slip into a notoriously cruisy men's room less than a block from your final destination, a house with two toilets, so no waiting.
Is there something you'd like to tell us, Brendan?
I used to have an apartment on First Hill. My bedroom window (my only window) looked out to the underside of a one-story parking structure.
One late night, I heard a commotion. Opening my blinds, I noticed two naked homeless men wrestling, yelling insults to each other. At first I thought, "Awesome, homo-hobo-wrestling match!"
Then one of them gave up and went back to the dirty mattress they'd dragged down there. On it, nude, was a homeless woman. The naked man and the woman started going at it, the other naked man masturbating.
I did not call the cops. I figured they weren't hurting anybody, so I did nothing. Until they started fighting over who was next.
This went on for over an hour. They'd take turns fucking this woman, then fight over who was next, then they'd quietly fuck her again. She seemed to enjoy it.
Finally it was too much. I called the police, who came in a few moments later with their flashlights and spotlights and busted the trio. They made them get dressed and clean up the place.
Sadly, they were back a few nights later. And a few nights after that. I moved from that apartment hating the three, but kind of curious of the odd love triangle they had.
I hope they're still there sometimes.
The end of my favorite hetero people fucking in public story.
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