A lesbian, a tranny chick and a kinky girl walk into a bar…
I’m sorry, did my life start to resemble a comedy routine for a moment there?
When I’m out in public, usually in bars or restaurants, I have a habit of lingering in bathrooms. I don’t have any particular yearning for bathrooms themselves, and I’m not usually into the kind of play one would associate with such places. And yet I linger, because it seems to me that most bathroom stalls are the perfect size for dungeon rooms. Interrogation rooms. Prison cells. Most public bathrooms have the right feel as well; that artless blend of grime and gleaming tile, metal pipes and sharp corners. I especially love it when bathrooms aren’t full of stalls, but instead are created via a network of tiny, closed rooms. I like how the doors lock. I stand in the middle of the little stretch of wet floor, feel the space between my shoulders and the walls, and imagine bodies huddled in the corners. I imagine creaking boots and leather gloves and the color red on white. I think about fists, and nightsticks.
And then I go back into the bar, curl back into my seat, sip my wine, and smile.
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Reminds me of those scenes from V For Vendetta. So hot!
Kael T. Block likes bathrooms too. You might like some of his stuff: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=8870026
There are some cute ones of Blaise if you dig a bit.
not to mention what the acoustics of all that tile would do to screams or whimpers…
Yeah bathroom stalls are just soooo usefull!!
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