Back when I lived in Austin, the Police Department had a program where civilians could ride along with the cops. I used to do it on a regular basis.
I remember three calls that I went on, two for someone yelling for help in a men’s room (one in the Greyhound bus station and one in a downtown department store); the third was at the (at the time) new J. C. Penney’s in Highland Mall. The two men’s room calls, it was someone who had stuck his johnson through a glory hole and the guy on the other side did not react the way that was expected. One got burned by a lit cigar, the other got hit by a shoe. Both were then beaten by the guy on the way out.
The Penney’s incident was someone who had managed to sneak into the back and cut a hole into one of the walls of a woman’s changing room. He stuck it through at a woman who apparently just happened to have a long, convenient hatpin…
Assuming a standard opening time of 10 a.m., that’s roughly one arrest every 90 seconds. Hard to believe that would be enough time for police to cuff two guys and hurry them out of the toilet fast enough for the next two guys to get in there and get into an arrest-worthy position. If true, it had to look like a Benny Hill sketch with the wacky assembly-line music Powerhouse playing in the background.
I’ve seen one stall where someone had written “Knock here” on the side (and others had added various comments to it), although I don’t recall if there was an actual hole or if you were meant to just operate under the partition.
The story about the cigar seems to come from a Joseph Wambaugh fictional police novel. In that case, it was done by a Cop who had staked out a mens room known for such activities and who was loitering there just for that purpose.
Everything you ever wanted to know about Glory Holes and everything you didn’t ever want to know about Glory Holes. Fascinating stuff though:
http: //www.cruisingforsex.com/features/gholeFAQ.html
This has been truly fascinating (if somewhat disturbing) to read.
I can’t believe someone would actually stick their penis in a hole and hope for the best.
With that said, HOW could something like this thing start? Not from a moralistic POV, but to know what to do?
Another goofy question (I guess). Let’s say I’m sitting there reading a book while I’m doing my thing. A penis pokes through and all of a sudden I’m staring at some strange guy’s dick. I haul off and smack said dick with the book, causing a tremendous amount of pain for the intruder. Could I be charged with assult?
:dubious: With a penis, you wouldn’t be in the women’s restroom in the first place. The only penises that belong in women’s restrooms (except those of male cleaning staff when the restroom is closed for servicing, no pun intended) belong to “Chicks with Dicks” or MTF transsexuals dressing and identifying as female.
And those ladies, who are a very small minority of restroom users anyway, are as a rule not particularly interested in receiving sexual attentions from females. Which explains why you won’t find any phallic-sized holes in women’s restroom stalls even if you do happen to wander in there.
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My point was that even if I was guaranteed to have a woman on the other side of the “Glory Hole”, I wouldn’t stick my dick through a hole in a wall.
I have a vision of Ms. Balbricker yanking on it AKA the shower scene in Porky’s.
That was the timming of it. Except it was only one arrest, the second guy was a cop doing a sting. I never could figure how the could do it that fast. the bathroom was near a stock room where they completed the papaer work. The next day there was a news about a gay rights group planning on sueing the PD for harrasing the gay comunity.
18, in a men’s room in one of my college libraries.
There isn’t much etiquette involved.
I haven’t done it since 1987, when I met my partner.
Most of my experiences were in gay clubs, baths or movie houses . . . or my favorite: the old, abandoned piers by NYC’s West Village (all cleaned up and gentrified now). I never felt comfortable in non-gay environments . . . too many potential problems (except for the ones at Studio 54, which were “omni-sexual”).
There was one in one of the men’s rooms where I went to college. I’m tall enough to see over the stall tops, and personally observed that it was in use a couple of times. That is I saw presumed recipient’s hands on the top of the partition, and intentionally didn’t try to observe beyond that. I also observed two sets of feet positioned for rear entry sex in the handicapped stall of the same restroom. It was on old building that had men’s rooms on even floors and lady’s on odd floors. Sometimes it just wasn’t worth two more flights of stairs to avoid the gay cruising restroom. It’s not like they didn’t take no for an answer.
