Backrooms I saved the best for last. When I have those nights, I feel part of a gay tradition that started in the pre-AIDS sex reverie, survived a plague, and is still alive today. NOT cruisy at all. Looking for now Looking for later Not looking. Remember Me?
Shelley Seccombe, "Sunbathing on the Edge, Pier 52"contemporary archival digital print, source:
I grabbed the book and ran to the restroom. Mostly middle-aged guys. Large department stores — particularly the tragically understaffed kind where you can topple over a pile of bedding sets and no one will notice for hours — often have unstaffed fitting rooms and lots of places to hide.
My impulse is to wag my finger at an industry that caters to the rich — but I also love circuit parties.