Every Damned Day...
...I learn something new.
Like this:
The complaint said Craig then tapped his right foot several times and moved
it closer to Karsnia's stall and then moved it into the area of the officer's
stall to where it touched Karsnia's foot. Karsnia recognized that "as a signal
often used by persons communicating a desire to engage in sexual conduct," the
complaint said.
Craig then passed his left hand under the stall divider into Karsnia's
stall with his palms up and guided it along the divider toward the front of the
stall three times, the complaint said.
They signal each other by doing that? Really?
I had no clue.
Without regard to the whole sex with strangers thing (ew!), or the sex with promiscuous gay guys thing (double ew!), who the hell wants to do it in a public toilet?
Da's nasty, right there.
Labels: in the news, sex, things I didn't know, Truth is stranger than fiction
posted by Matt G @ 1:16 AM
10 Comments:
For what it'ds worth, the mechanics of cruising were new to me, too.
EW, indeed!
Sounds kinda entry-level, really. These kinds of... cultures?... groups... I don't know... people who love quick, easy acts of public intercourse... cut holes in the stall dividers, poke Mr. J. Thomas through and hoping for the best.
A signalling system sounds kinda necessary when I think about it.
Ick. Yuck. No thank you. Gross.
I don't care what two gay guys do in the privacy of their own homes -- but a public restroom ? Shudder.
When I was about 15, using a bus station stall, some guy flicked a little wad of crushed toilet paper in from the adjoining stall.
It was only a couple of years later that I learned what he was advertising.
Years ago, the North Little Rock PD kept trying to run a sting of this type in the public men's restroom of McCain Mall in NLR. It had been published in the newspapers from time to time and it wasn't exactly a super-squirrel secret. There was a return air duct on the wall over one of the stalls and that was where they'd set up their 'surveillance'.
Seeing as I had a girlfriend who liked to frequent that mall on our trips to Little Rock and given my fondness for spicy foods and posession of a warped sense of humor, I visited this stall for elimination purposes as well as to make conversation with the hidden officer (think www.robodump.com).
I overheard a few remarks from the vent that suggested I had a diet of roadkilled skunks stuffed with ramps and wild onions once.
Never was approached by a criuser, though. I don't swing that way, but hey, a compliment is a compliment.
Regards,
Rabbit.
well, it ain't braggin' if it's true, rabbit. Impressive that you could put someone off their feed with your special talents.
This whole thing - the sex in bathrooms - it's just so unsanitary. And--let's be honest here-- public men's rooms are generally waaaay more filthy than what I typically see in a lady bathroom, which is bad enough. Yuck. Ew. Patooey. SO not romantic.
Phlegmy, I think that we can safely say that "romance" is the last thing on those guys' minds.
And I have to, like, use these public restrooms occasionally? Ick! This stuff is just plain nasty. Get a room, and I don't mean a RESTroom.
of course, matt g - what was I thinking? I guess I really exposed myself as female right there, didn't I? What's funny is this reminded me of when I worked at the post office and randy couple were caught in flagrante delicto in a trailer full of filthy mail sacks. I was in paroxysms of disgust for, well, for years. Still am. Ew! I mean, some of those sacks were 7 decades old (date of manufacture is stamped on the canvas) and I kept thinking how many pathogens they must have accumulated through the years. Then again, thinking about pathogens was terribly unromantic of me, wasn't it?
Huh. Mail sacks don't bother me as much as a public restroom stall with a stranger does.
But then, I've not handled as many mail sacks as you have, even though I worked for a while in print/bulk mail. (Note: my lack of enthusiasm for that job was mirrored in my lack of excellence, or even consistent adequacy.)
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