— Originally published in Honcho
magazine - May, 1996 —
SEPARATIONS
by Lefty Boylan (aka Michael Kirwan)
As the more astute of you readers have already
surmised, the bulk of my articles are written after unsuccessful
forays into gay night life. I'm usually drunk, disappointed, and
rejected on the most personal level. You've all been there: you go
out in a good mood, anticipating all kinds of untold delights, only
to return with a vague sense of worthlessness, and sixty dollars
short. Well, this is directed to all you guys who have wasted yet
another weekend night doing the gay bar scene.
Tonight was not one of those nights that you call your long-distance
buddies to brag about. In fact, it was singularly uneventful. But
still there is something minor irritating you like a persistent
itch. It's the fact that you've spent a ridiculous amount of money
and time at a recently constructed, carefully planned, elaborately
designed homage to gay desire, and still, didn't even see a single
dick. What's going on here? I'm taking a piss, evacuating fifteen
dollars or so, and there's partitions, barricades, and every manner
of obstruction available preventing me from getting a glimpse of the
cock next to me. Hell, I could go to any bus station any place on
earth, and glance over and watch piss spurting out of another man's
prick. I'd like to hear from you guys: are you as ticked off as I am
by this phenomenon?
The older bars still have urinals adjacent to each other, you can
get a decent view of someone else's dick if they're of a mind to
exhibit it. But for the last couple of years I've noticed a trend,
these newer, upscale bars have bathrooms constructed so that not
only can you not play with someone's cock casually while pretending
to pee, you can't even get a good look at it. The absurdity of it
struck me when I disinterestedly wandered into a public urinal and
got a cock show that you wouldn't believe (manual manipulation, cum
shots, and mutual jerk-offs) and got several silent propositions to
join my fellow travelers in a stall for more involved activity.
Later, I went to a big-deal gay bar with some friends and was amazed
to discover that these guys not only guarded their meat like it was
a feature of the Crown Jewels collection, but even had I wanted to
assess the treasures, I couldn't because there were ridiculous
barriers impeding my view. What the fuck is this all about? Since
when are gay bar owners so concerned about the privacy of their
patrons' privates? Is this another one of those laws that impact us
that we've heard nothing about? All of a sudden it's fine for
straight guys to see each other's dicks while they take a piss, but
us homos must be denied this casual pleasure and instead stare at a
tiled partition. This sucks big-time. I'm calling for a boycott of
all gay bars that have unnecessary partitions between urinals. We
want to see dick. We're tired of hustler-dancers, quasi-porn videos,
and muscle-bound bartenders that go home to their lovers at closing
time. If we aren't going to hook up with some other trash-bucket for
sensual thrills, we at least expect to be able to see the fucking
prick of the guy we've been cruising all night. Is that too much to
ask? When guys who you haven't even noticed stand next to you and
pull out an impressive organ, and it can change your whole mindset,
why are the bar owners putting up these barricades? I think that
there are a lot of little adjustments being adopted (as if AIDS
wasn't enough to deal with) to stymie our exploration as gay men.
All this piss talk reminds me of another comment one of my friends
said to another. He goes, "I never take a shower at the gym. I don't
want those guys seeing me naked." Well, then why the fuck are you
wasting so much time pumping up? There seems to be a real streak of
embarrassment and self-consciousness running through the gay
community. Come on, guys. Whip out your cocks and let's get a good
look. I promise it'll be appreciated.
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