Daydreams

[stewie69 (imported)]

I've always had penectomy fantasies. While at work today, I was talking to a few attractive female coworkers, and somehow found myself wondering what I'd feel like if I were in the presence of such lovely women after my penis was cut off. How badly would my balls ache, knowing they weren't going to get the release they desired?

One of the ladies in the group stirred another fantasy as well. I consider myself straight, yet I've always been very intrigued by beautiful pre-op T-girls. My coworker is very pretty, but built a little on the athletic side. I started imagining her naked - with a penis! I imagined sucking the cock of this lovely woman. (Not that I wouldn't perform similar favors on her current equipment )

[strassenbahn (imported)]

The great thing about fantasies is that they are free and fun. For instance, my principal fantasy is of a magical machine (looks much like a CAT scanner) that would turn me into a GG -- actually changing the chromosomes to XX, shrinking my stature, widening the hips, giving me a totally female "feel" for life. Sub-fantasies (seemingly contradictory, but not really because in the world of fantasy everything goes) include being a (regular) bride, being a bride in a total-female-bondage society (wedding with ball gag and single sleeve), being a c0-bride to another woman in an all-female world (no butches, just lipstick lesbians), being a female model to a porno studio specialized in pregnancy and/ or breast abuse videos or "chilly girl videos (see www.chillygirls.com)...

OR

being a male who calles up a company called "Geldings are Us" with the following exchange:

"Hello"

"Hello, is that 'Geldings Are Us?"

"Yes, it is. How can we help you?"

"I have your number from a friend who is a very satisfied customer of yours whom you gelded. I'd like to book a castration and penectomy.'

"No problem. What date would you like. We have an opening next Tuesday at ten.

"That would be fine. Castration and penectomy. We look forward to seeing you."

This second fantasy exists in parallel to the first one, since I would continue to be outwardly male but totally emasculated, unlike the prior fantasy of actually turning into a Ggg (and maybe having a baby!)

My point is that the world of fantasy is a wonderful thing. I hope you enjoy your own fantasies to the max!

[bobover3 (imported)]

A fantasy that came true -

Years ago, before anyone had heard of AIDS, I used to go to a pornographic movie theater near Times Square in NYC. Such theaters used to be common in large cities before the advent of videos or the internet. Most people ignored the conventional porn on the screen. It was really a place that men (I never saw a woman there) went to meet strangers and engage in extraordinary and "perverted" sex - in plain sight in the theater.

All sorts of wonderful psychological oddities were put on display - one regular liked to sneak up behind other men, masturbate, and ejaculate on their shoulders (you needed to keep an eye open, just in case); another regular would break into loud cackling laughter, heard throughout the theater, and release his urine, which would flow in a stream down toward the front of the theater; one black guy with the biggest dick I've ever seen (when he was seated, his erection went past the middle of his chest - it must have been near 18 inches) used to sit silent in the front row, erection soaring, hands behind his head, and a smile on his face, waiting for people to approach and service that huge dick, which they did, sometimes lining up.

I could write an essay about all I saw in that theater. It was thrilling to know there was someplace you could go to leave behind the false constraints of normality and propriety, and enter a world of sexual fantasy indulged. Every visit was an adventure. Afterwards, I had to launder my clothes to get rid of the odor of semen that covered everything in the theater. Alas, there's no place like this now, it would be a health hazard.

Anyway, getting back to that fantasy realized -

Three transsexual prostitutes used to work the theater. These were huge black men/women, over 6 feet tall, big boned and powerfully built. They were dressed and made up in the most alluring, feminine manner. Only their size and their aggressive self-confidence betrayed their ambiguous gender. They always showed up together and caused a ripple in the audience. "The trans-sexuals are here" was the delighted whisper through the theater. They would glide gracefully among the men, offering blow-jobs for $10 or $5 (more money then than it is now). I was scared of them because of their obvious power, so I always politely declined their offers, despite feeling a deep attraction. Except once, I worked up the nerve to say yes. A drop-dead gorgeous trans-sexual, built like a line-backer, descended on my groin, yanked my pants open, clutched my balls, and devoured my dick. I've never again experienced anything like it. Usually, a man being fellated is in the dominant position. In this case, I felt helpless and used. My semen was taken from me by force. I was utterly exposed and vulnerable. I was literally in the hands and between the teeth of a powerful stranger who didn't even pretend to like me. It lasted only a minute or two, and it was among the paramount sexual experiences of my life. Afterwards, the prostitute drifted away in silence, looking for her next customer, while I sat there quivering. This had been a fantasy of mine, and just this once it came gloriously true.

What I wouldn't give to go back there! The site where the theater used to be is now occupied by a chrome and glass delicatessen. Sic transit gloria.

I hope nothing I've written offends anyone here. What that theater taught me, in the most direct and practical way, is the fluidity of the sexual imagination, and its refusal to be contained within the bounds of "respectability" and "normality." It taught me that in an area of life so wholly private and conducted out of the public eye, no one really knows what's normal. What people say to pollsters and researchers may bear no resemblance to what they do or what they want to do. Sex is one of the final redoubts of privacy against conformity. It creates a democracy of the imagination. We need conventional heterosex to propagate the species, but the great surplus of sexual energy unconsumed by making babies is free to wander.

[chilliwilli (imported)]

To bad places like those don't still exist. I remember when the bath houses were closed in SF.

Chilli-

[gunpowdercub (imported)]

the BigTop was my favorite. It provided me my first longer term playmate and the most earthshattering blowjob(s). Understand, I don't like a guy's mouth on my dick. But one night, this bearded young puertorican cub-like guy just wouldn't take "no" for an answer. As is happened, i was on a banquette that was too high for my feet to reach the floor, something I regretted...as you will see. He was aggressive, holding me down and taking my dick, working on my nips. Not so unusual... until he started lightly scraping my dick with his teeth. And slowly increasing the pain. He slowed down a little when I asked him too, but in about 20 minutes or so his talented teeth worked a superior load from me.

If it had stopped there... it would have been unremarkable. Instead, he just crouched, with my sore dick in his mouth, let the refractory period start...and then he started sucking again. I was young, and impertinent enough to oblige, getting hard again fairly fast. This time, he started a little rougher with his teeth... and again.... 20 minutes later or so... he was rewarded... but my poor cock was, i thought, done for the night...but he just crouched, dick in mouth, and waited. Perhaps a little longer... maybe not. He started again, and every lick, every scrape, was painful... but not too painful. I was asking him to stop, but in the position i was in... I could not stop him... and dammit, he knew just what to do to get me hard again...and every nerve was electric, feeling every light scrape of his teeth, and he started to get rougher, really trying to get that third orgasm...and the nip stimulus helped put me over the top a third time. This was an orgasm I felt like an earthquake... it felt as if he was ripping the cum outta me somehow. He did not stop sucking and the contractions tore my abs and he still didn't stop milking me until I punched him repeatedly in the head, since it appeared he was temporarily deaf.

There was no way to brace myself to lift his head off my cock, and lemme tell ya, the torn abs were so painful I couldn't laugh, twist, bend... or carry my damn suitcase home for thanksgiving... and i tried grabbin his hair, but it was too short...the only way was to punch him hard. It worked.

I'm glad he wasn't angry for it, because as much as it hurt it was also thrilling. Didn't get hard for a week, maybe longer.

Oh, and this guy wasn't a keeper. He was heading home to his wife and kids, of course, and just stopped off for a snack.

[bobover3 (imported)]

Oh god, the bath houses! It's making me hard just thinking about it!

The closest thing I know of now is the jack-off clubs. 50-100 guys in a big room, naked except for shoes. No oral, no anal. You're only allowed to masturbate other guys who let you. This is within the health codes, so it can't be shut down. (They're shut down sometimes anyway, because there are people who break the rules. What floors me is the thought of the health inspectors who must work "undercover" to spot violations. For the right guy, that would be a dream job!) There's one such club in NYC, and several similar clubs around the country. For info, go to http://www.nyjacks.com/jxindex.html#

[bobover3 (imported)]

The Big Top sounds familiar, but I'm not sure. Was this in NYC? I remember one place with a small stage where one or two guys would put on a "show," surrounded by seats on three sides. The men in the audience often got into the act by doing their own things in full view. Once, I was just masturbating, when the guy next to me decided to give me a blow-job. Since the stage lights extended to the two rows of seats, everyone could watch, and I noticed that lots of people were watching me instead of the stage. I got into the spirit of show-biz, and became as loud and openly passionate as I could. Was this the Big Top? The same place had other rooms - one room with a Western theme, etc.

Your experience sounds grand. I don't know if I could have taken it three times, especially at 20 minutes each! Well, like Nietzche wrote, "what doesn't kill us makes us stronger." You must have had a dick of steel. Congratulations!

[bobover3 (imported)]

Wasn't the Big Top on the west side of 8th Avenue, between 42nd and 43rd streets? If we're talking about the same place, I only remember straight sex there. Maybe I missed something. The place I described in post #7 was right across the street, on the east side of that block, on the second floor. It was much lower profile than the Big Top. There was a guy on the street who asked you to come up if you looked suitably bent, and a small wall sign. There's now a fast food joint there, and I think the Big Top was replaced by a Duane Reed drugstore. Sob!

[A-1 (imported)]

Interesting discussion, I have no direct experience, but I have read of these places when researching the AIDS epidemic and that era in history. The blending of gender characteristics is exciting to some but unsettling to others in the same way that some like rollercoaster rides and some do not.

SEX, is as you have all observed, a immediate gratification and an escape from reality that is addicting and at the same time, usually not an immediate life-jepordizing experience. It can provide a momentary escape from reality that is wonderful like no other can be.

Not to throw cold water on this discussion, so to speak, but there has to be some sort of social responsibility to self, partner and society. There is a need to self to be responsible with its use or it does lose significance, except as a good memory of a wonderful time. Sex when looked at in such a manner can set the world into perspective.

Perhaps nothing is as good, but knowing that because you have been responsible to all of the entities I mentioned above, and because you have taken care, that you can repeat the experience almost any time that you please.

I would only wish for all that your pleasures in this life, no matter how fleeting, were repeatable for you and your fondest memories are those that you experience every day. However, many times, even with the same partner, your memories are a part of your youth, and it is not possible to recapture the experience completely except in memory.

One could seek a younger partner, but it does not change one's age and the impossibility of being young again.

"The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time..." (James Taylor lyrics)

Daydreams are, after all, fantasies...

[bobover3 (imported)]

A-1, all this happened before AIDS, as already mentioned. I don't think any of it was irresponsible to "self, partner, or society." If you think it is, from anything other than the standpoint of someone who dislikes "roller coaster rides," you'll need to explain.

Far from harming my self, I greatly enriched my experience of life. I obviously had no "partner." I was a young single man, with no plans to have a "partner." Another benefit of roller coasters is that hangers on tend to fall off.

That "society" was harmed seems to me laughable. The ethic of my time was that anything that made the guardians of respectability uneasy must be a good thing. In fact, that's still my ethic. Societies progress because of the eternal tension between the conservative forces of conformity and order and the creative forces of experimentation and disorder. Both are indispensible to a healthy society, and both are at their worst when they indulge in clucking disapproval of the other side.

I don't think *anyone* has said that sex is "

immediate gratification and an escape from reality.

" This is you, moralizing. The experiences we've discussed here couldn't be more real, just as real as you walking arm in arm with your Lady through a park with violin music. I believe these experiences were closer to reality than the rituals of conventional courtship. This is so because these people were acting from their hearts, from their deepest feelings, with no thought of seeking official approval. I've written that no one really knows what's sexually normal because sex is not public behavior. People acting from passion are real. People doing what's expected are only conforming. Far from being an escape from reality, these were flights *toward* reality, even if it's a reality that frightens you.

Immediate gratification? If a married heterosexual couple fucked, why is this any the less "immediate gratification"? Are you saying that married heterosexuals seldom engage in sex, as an expression of their superior morality?

We agree that it sucks to grow old, even for right-thinking heterosexuals. Is it wrong to occasionally review happy memories?

I'd suggest everyone would be happier not attempting to elevate their personal tastes into moral prescriptions that it's their duty to impose on others.

Remember "Change You Can Believe In"? Change I could believe in would be a world in which "cocksucker" was no longer a pejorative.

[A-1 (imported)]

A-1, all this happened before AIDS, as already mentioned. I don't think any of it was irresponsible to "self, partner, or society." If you think it is, from anything other than the standpoint of someone who dislikes "roller coaster rides," you'll need to explain.

I don't consider my experiences to be the same kind of excitement as yours. I cannot really explain it. Maybe not less or more, not better or worse, just different.

I did get caught parked one night as a teenager, I ran off in a ditch trying to get away. It was a deputy sheriff, and he didn't turn his red lights on. I told him that I did not know that he was law enforcement. He told me that he thought that we were doing dope. I told him that was not what we were doing. He ended up pulling me out of the ditch with his squad car and my tow chain.

Pretty exciting, wouldn't you say? I was with a girl. All I ever parked with was girls, I don't know why, but it is preference, like you say. Good thing, though, he probably would not have helped me otherwise. That is how it was where I lived as a youngster. People treated other people pretty poorly. Me, I would have helped anyone, regardless. I guess that we will never know for sure about the cop, though.

Far from harming my self, I greatly enriched my experience of life. I obviously had no "partner." I was a young single man, with no plans to have a "partner." Another benefit of roller coasters is that hangers on tend to fall off.

Yes, if they are not well grounded, i.e. strapped in for the ride. And you DID have a partner, just for the time that it took. Another person to share with is your partner. When the dance is over, it is over, but some dances last longer than others. We BOTH understand that. Some dances are short and fast and some are long and slow. Preference again.

That "society" was harmed seems to me laughable. The ethic of my time was that anything that made the guardians of respectability uneasy must be a good thing.

It is a good thing, because the respectable are sometimes running form themselves and their pent-up urges. Criticism for the sake of criticism is never justified. Society includes GAY society, and there ARE social groups in areas where Gays live and play.

In fact, that's still my ethic. Societies progress because of the eternal tension between the conservative forces of conformity and order and the creative forces of experimentation and disorder. Both are indispensible to a healthy society, and both are at their worst when they indulge in clucking disapproval of the other side.

Does work two ways, doesn't it?

What I mean here is that consenting adults who know what they are getting themselves into and the ramifications of their actions, nothing more, nothing less.

I don't think *anyone* has said that sex is "

immediate

gratification and an escape from reality.

" This is you, moralizing. The experiences we've discussed here couldn't be more real, just as real as you walking arm in arm with your Lady through a park with violin music. I believe these experiences were closer to reality than the rituals of conventional courtship. This is so because these people were acting from their hearts, from their deepest feelings, with no thought of seeking official approval. I've written that no one really knows what's sexually normal because sex is not public behavior. People acting from passion are real. People doing what's expected are only conforming. Far from being an escape from reality, these were flights *toward* r

eality, even if it's a reality that frightens you.

Perhaps you should understand then that there was a time when it was so for me. (an escape form reality) Sex is public behavior if done in public. However, what you mean by "sex" is not taken the same way by everyone. To some, contact of any ki

nd in some societies or societal subgroups is 'sex'.

Immediate gratification? If a married heterosexual couple fucked, w

hy is this any the less "immediate gratification"?

I

t's NOT, not really. It all depends on the context.

Are you saying that married heterosexuals seldom engage in

sex, as an expression of their superior morality?

No, it is generally and age and familiarity thing... ...except then they cheat on their partners. To me, I am talking about monogamy.

Not really anything about sexual preferences. O.K.?

We agree that it sucks to grow old, even for right-thinking heterosexuals.

Is it wrong to occasionally review happy memories?

No, absolutely not, and memories are what we cherish

as we grow older. ...And thanks for sharing yours.

I'd suggest everyone would be happier not attempting to elevate their personal tastes into moral presc

riptions that it's their duty to impose on others.

No moral prescription. Just an observation that I believe that you hav

e met, in your own social group and in your own way.

Remember "Change You Can Believe In"? Change I could believe in would be a worl

d in which "cocksucker" was no longer a pejorative.

It is a dirty word just like FUCK.

Perhaps you can explain to me why we have to have dirty words for things that we as humans derive so much joy and pleasure from.

What pisses me off is the denigration of women who enjoy havng sex. You know, it happens all of the time, by men and by society, and it is not a good thing.

[bobover3 (imported)]

A-1, I've sent you a private message with my feelings about all this.

I mostly agree with your last post. We have no quarrel. You're a good person, so I can forgive you for being heterosexual! (Ain't I sweet?) I'm glad you didn't have the chance to find out what that cop would have done, if you'd been "parked" with a boy. You might not be posting here now.

[A-1 (imported)]

A-1, I've sent you a private message with my feelings about all this.

I mostly agree with your last post. We have no quarrel. You're a good person, so I can forgive you for being heterosexual! (Ain't I sweet?) I'm glad you didn't have the chance to find out what that cop would have done, if you'd been "parked" with a boy. You might not be posting here now.

Hell, I would have gotten busted for DOPE. That would have been the 'official' story.

Momma didn't raise no idiots...

[twaddler (imported)]

"

that would turn me into a GG -- actually changing the chromosomes to XX

"

Well met. For me there's no machine, I just am.

Bath houses? Porno movie theaters? Jeezus, ya'll had it easy. In this small town I have such a hard time getting ahold of a hard time.

[bobover3 (imported)]

A-1, back in the "good old days," it was permissable to do *anything* to homosexuals, and call it something else. The cop might have arrested you on a trumped up drug charge just because you were "parked" with the wrong person, and told the judge in confidence what really happened and to give you a stiff sentence. That's how they got rid of "fags" in the old days. Actual morals charges were messier, harder to prove than an outright fabrication, and less likely to lead to a really long sentence. You don't know how protected you've been because you're "normal."

[bobover3 (imported)]

Postatracura, I sympathize! Most of the people in your town probably feel the same way, even if they wouldn't say it out loud. The problem is to get enough like minded people in the same place to form a community. If there are 20 gay people in your town (and you know there's a bunch), they can't recognize each other. In a bigger town, gay people can have meeting places and even whole districts. If you want to take a big risk, you could try to start some sort of gay group in your town. I don't know your local culture. You'd have to think about how this might be received. Would it cost you family, friends, job, etc.? If the risk is too great, you could move to a city, or bear it. On the other hand, they might someday put your statue in the town square as the Great Gay Liberator.

[twaddler (imported)]

"

Would it cost you family, friends, job, etc.?

"

It would cost me nothing. Do I have fear? A thousand times no!

[coinflipper_21 (imported)]

I remember the porn houses in LA as being much the same but not all the action was homosexual. This inspired someone to write a limerick that went something like this:

The new cinematic emporium

Was not just a super sensorium

But a highly effectual

Hetrosexual

Mutual masturbatorium

Of course, most of the action in these places was homosexual, and there was a lot more going on than masturbation.

I had a girlfriend that liked to go to these places with me. She was something of an exhibitionist and really enjoyed having a audience. (One time, at a public event, we actually got a standing ovation from several hundred people, including the cops that were supposed to be doing crowd control!) She was one of the few women I have ever met that was turned on by watching two guys getting it on. She wanted to do threesomes including a gay guy. Considering that I would go along with anything sexual that she wanted, it's probably fortunate for me that the relationship ended just before the AIDS epidemic started.

[FianceeUvBigGuy (imported)]

Yoli here,

One of the girls in the KiKaKo told us that her youngest aunt confessed that she would often accompany a gay friend to an adult theater and video parlor. Once in a viewing booth she'd "assist" in his play with some anonymous guy in the adjoining booth. Seems she'd play with the "visiting penis" and maybe fondle the accompanying ballsies as her friend sucked same. She'd also masturbate her chum as he fellated the "boy next door".

Once in a while they'd switch places and she'd do the oral honors. One time, as they exited the booths, the guy she'd sucked thanked her guy pal who responded with "Oh, SHE did it. Thank her.". Apparently the other guy screamed "Ewwww! I've been blown by a girl!" and ran off to wash his peepee.

True? Probably so. For Certain? How would I know? I was a little kid when that action took place so I missed the show. Darn!

It's been a fantasy of mine to accompany some guy to such a place and participate but only to the extent of touchy-feely, no doubt fantasizing that I'm assisting in a precastration ritual. Sadly (or not), places that still have gloryholes (is that one word or two?) are few and far between but that's probably a good thing nowadays.

I think I'll invent an STD tester that provides instantaneous results. It would be installed at every place such as mentioned here and each guy that wanted to enter would have to put his peepee in a little slot to be "tested" for HIV and such. If the device sensed the presence of any STD the machine would not only alert the management but administer a nasty little "slap" to the offending peepee. If the same guy tried to enter that same place or any other later and was still infected the shared "database" would trigger a more serious response. A hidden blade would suddenly see to it that he would never try again. OWWW!

I'll bet Moi and Stewie save this to disk!:D

Yoli

"Off with his, errrr, IT'S head!"

[moi621 (imported)]

Yoli here,

One of the girls in the KiKaKo told us that her youngest aunt confessed that she would often accompany a gay friend to an adult theater and video parlor. Once in a viewing booth she'd "assist" in his play with some anonymous guy in the adjoining booth. Seems she'd play with the "visiting penis" and maybe fondle the accompanying ballsies as her friend sucked same. She'd also masturbate her chum as he fellated the "boy next door".

Once in a while they'd switch places and she'd do the oral honors. One time, as they exited the booths, the guy she'd sucked thanked her guy pal who responded with "Oh, SHE did it. Thank her.". Apparently the other guy screamed "Ewwww! I've been blown by a girl!" and ran off to wash his peepee.

True? Probably so. For Certain? How would I know? I was a little kid when that action took place so I missed the show. Darn!

It's been a fantasy of mine to accompany some guy to such a place and participate but only to the extent of touchy-feely, no doubt fantasizing that I'm assisting in a precastration ritual. Sadly (or not), places that still have gloryholes (is that one word or two?) are few and far between but that's probably a good thing nowadays.

I think I'll invent an STD tester that provides instantaneous results. It would be installed at every place such as mentioned here and each guy that wanted to enter would have to put his peepee in a little slot to be "tested" for HIV and such. If the device sensed the presence of any STD the machine would not only alert the management but administer a nasty little "slap" to the offending peepee. If the same guy tried to enter that same place or any other later and was still infected the shared "database" would trigger a more serious response. A hidden blade would suddenly see to it that he would never try again. OWWW!

I'll bet Moi and Stewie save this to disk!:D

Yoli

"Off with his, errrr, IT'S head!"

Yup !

[gunpowdercub (imported)]

The Big Top sounds familiar, but I'm not sure. Was this in NYC?

Yes, on a second floor at Broadway at about 47th.

I remember one place with a small stage where one or two guys would put on a "show," surrounded by seats on three sides. The men in the audience often got into the act by doing their own things in full view. Once, I was just masturbating, when the guy next to me decided to give me a blow-job. Since the stage lights extended to the two rows of seats, everyone could watch, and I noticed that lots of people were watching me instead of the stage. I got into the spirit of show-biz, and became as loud and openly passionate as I could. Was this the Big Top? The same place had other rooms - one room with a Western theme, etc.

I don't think so, but these places would occasionally renovate and redecorate. What I recall of the Big Top was maybe a semicircular set of theatrical seating. To the right, facing the screen was a small snackbar in a foyer, and past the foyer was a dark room.

The screen was (well) hung from the ceiling, and one could use the area behind the screen for assignations. The banquette was off to the side in the front area.

Your experience sounds grand. I don't know if I could have taken it three times, especially at 20 minutes each! Well, like Nietzche wrote, "what doesn't kill us makes us stronger." You must have had a dick of steel. Congratulations!

Haha. Thanks. As a sub i seldom like(d) my dick being sucked. That's because most cocksuckers are taught "no teeth".

more addressed to your next post...

[gunpowdercub (imported)]

Wasn't the Big Top on the west side of 8th Avenue, between 42nd and 43rd streets? If we're talking about the same place, I only remember straight sex there. Maybe I missed something. The place I described in post #7 was right across the street, on the east side of that block, on the second floor. It was much lower profile than the Big Top. There was a guy on the street who asked you to come up if you looked suitably bent, and a small wall sign. There's now a fast food joint there, and I think the Big Top was replaced by a Duane Reed drugstore. Sob!

I recall seeing the theater you were talking about. It was one of the last to be closed b4 the area was Disneyfied. There was a gay porno theater very close to it, a big house like a medium sized movie theater. The Big Top, however was much smaller. Although I assume these theaters ahem... would come and go, the area there had a number of clubs and movie houses that remained for a number of years. The Pegasus, where sleazy boys danced naked on the bar, (I think I spent all of 30 minutes there) the Gaiety, which would host porn star appearances at times to try to maintain a slightly cleaner appearance, the Unicorn, which lasted a very short time... I didn't visit all the gay porno movie houses, mind you, just the ones where I thought I would have a good time. This quickly boiled down to the Big Top and for a while, there was one under a Christopher Street tenement house...

Oh wait, I think that big (het) port theater was the Show Palace. The gay equivalent also, I think, had "Show" in its name. Another gay theater name just came to me: The Follies. At some point, there was a theater between the Spike and the Eagle called The Glory Hole. There was a theater on West Street by Christopher that managed to stay open until 88 or so, and further south on West was Westworld, one of the most uncomfortable porno palaces ever...

I mainly headed for those places because I didn't have the guts to try the Spike, Eagle, or Mineshaft. (It only took two years to get over that.)

gpc

[gunpowdercub (imported)]

Yoli, there were sleazier theaters than the gay ones in Manhattan where, I think, you might have found everything you wanted... and picked up some contagious things you didn't want. I do like the instant STD tester idea. Can we try it on politicians first?