After A Week
Larry Craig is starting to bore me. I've heard that taped interview too damned many times and firmly believe he was lying about what-all he did and the undercover police officer was telling the truth. Also that the kind of lying ("Did our feet touch? You say they did...") was insulting in how poorly it was done; my kids aren't even legal adults and can already do better than that. Therefore my personal opinion of his sleaze is forever fixed (particularly given those "nasty boy" comments about Bill Clinton...didn't someone famous mention something once about who gets to throw stones?)
However, since I think "sting" operations of any kind are rotten business categorically and would think it interesting rather than disgusting to see people Doing It between** two bathroom stalls (they must look really silly) I'm not sure he should've been arrested in the first place. He's dumb for pleading guilty though, and a HUGE hypocrite in any case.
Watching a bold-faced liar fight the rap might be both eerily fascinating and hugely depressing: rather like The Tin Drum.
** The internet is an amazing thing. When that story broke my mental model was that after a deal had been brokered the participants shared one stall (which would explain why patrons might complain; the handicapped stall is the largest and a disabled person would be righteously indignant at having to wait for a sex act to finish.) Thanks to the power of Google I now know more about anonymous semi-public sex and "cruisy bathrooms" than a fat middle-aged mother of three has any business knowing. It's an interesting and apparently totally male-only subculture.
However, since I think "sting" operations of any kind are rotten business categorically and would think it interesting rather than disgusting to see people Doing It between** two bathroom stalls (they must look really silly) I'm not sure he should've been arrested in the first place. He's dumb for pleading guilty though, and a HUGE hypocrite in any case.
Watching a bold-faced liar fight the rap might be both eerily fascinating and hugely depressing: rather like The Tin Drum.
** The internet is an amazing thing. When that story broke my mental model was that after a deal had been brokered the participants shared one stall (which would explain why patrons might complain; the handicapped stall is the largest and a disabled person would be righteously indignant at having to wait for a sex act to finish.) Thanks to the power of Google I now know more about anonymous semi-public sex and "cruisy bathrooms" than a fat middle-aged mother of three has any business knowing. It's an interesting and apparently totally male-only subculture.
posted by SamD | 10:19 AM
4 Comments:
It's brutal out there. I can go in one and tap my foot till kingdom come and nothing would happen. Just kidding!!!! No seriously. Nothing would happen.
Men are pigs, that's all. That's why they like sex so much, gay or straight. I've given up on them.
Oh don't give UP...at least not entirely! Sure, take a breather till you get over the current round of swine, but life is too long to write off companionship at this stage. (Besides, whether you believe in eating it or not, bacon is absolutely delicious.)
Every pancake finds a plate.
I still don't get it was it a glory hole or something? he can't be ghey I mean he always voted anti-ghey and he served in the national guard (during nam) and they wouldn't let him in if he was ghey. My reasoning is sound.
No Old K they go UNDER the door:
look what the Internet shared with me: (from http://www.cruisingforsex.com/gholeFAQ.html)
3.6 If you want to have sex with someone in an adjoining bathroom stall:
If you want to play with someone, go to a stall at the farthest end of the bathroom. Close the door, pull your pants down and wait. When
someone comes into the next stall, move your foot so that you know the other person can see it and slowly start tapping it. If the other person wants to be played with, they will kneel down and place their penis under the stall wall.
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