Sorry I’ve been absent, folks. We were traveling today. Ironically enough, we landed at MSP this morning. I avoided the restrooms, though. I heard they had a senator infestation.
I’d go probably once or twice a week. Yes, there were regular places. Both malls in my hometown had tearooms (and yes, that’s a common name for them). The library did, too. Several buildings at Penn State had them when I was going there. There was also open-air cruising at several of the buildings on campus. When I lived here in Minneapolis, there were several tearooms, some at the University of Minnesota (Willey Hall was one for that) as well as open-air park cruising (Loring Park was very close to my apartment).
Always anonymous, for me. Most of the time we never even saw each other’s faces.
I have to admit that I have no idea what this is…
It’s possible, but most straight guys (Tucker Carlson’s probably fabricated recollections notwithstanding) will just get up and leave rather than confront someone in that situation, so I don’t know if I did or not.
From my side, yeah. Can’t speak for the people on the other side of the wall, but I was pretty indiscriminate for reasons other than age. Yes, I was a shallow kid…
No.
You don’t generally “go under the wall” unless you’re fairly certain that it’s desired by the other person. Believe me, we tend to be very careful in that situation. In reality, of course, it requires no more trust than any stranger-hookup does, and that happens every night in every gay bar in the country.
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The only time I’ve ever done anything out in the main room of the restroom was the one time I had anal sex, only because there was no room for that in the stall. That was a pay-toilet, though, so there was plenty of warning if someone came in.
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I don’t know. I’ve never tried to cruise internationally.
Park, yes. As I mentioned above, Loring Park in Minneapolis was very close to my apartment. I spent a LOT of dark time in that park…
Movie houses, no. The era of the porn theater was coming to a close by the time I started my “career”. Nights at the Adonis existed only in legend by then.
Someone asked if I ever saw kids when I was cruising. Yes, I did. It was a public restroom, after all. But if were careful with everybody, we were RELIGIOUSLY careful around kids. Children are the gay man’s white woman. In the same way that black men were required to tread with the greatest of care and agility around white women, so we are around children. There’s enough nonfactual slander about gay men and kids going around that we’re VERY careful not to add any possible fuel to that fire.