Yes, there is something I'd like to tell you, Dan: You've misread.
I harbor no "righteous anger" about either of my one-and-a-half park-cruising encounters. One was amusing and one was a little sad and also a little ingenious.
I'm not against public sex or private sex, homo or hetero or yap-doggio. And I dare you to find a word I've written to the contrary.
You're the one who wrote:
I'm generally con fucking in public places.
Me? I don't give a damn. You big prude.
And as for:
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.
Yeah. I frequently choose to relieve myself before I enter someone's house, instead of walking in and announcing: "Hey, glad to see you, I gotta piss, where's the can?" Some psychologists have diagnosed it as "severe neurotic repressed cruise-itis." But I prefer to think of it as common courtesy.
Don't turn a shooting-the-shit Nothing into a malignant Something.
UPDATE!
Uh... I misread Dan's post and got all tetchy over nothing. Apologies for my moronism.
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