I hate public bathrooms. I really do. Now I don’t really have any problems with going to bathroom in a general sense. And when I say I have issues with public bathrooms, it’s only in regards to #2. As far as taking a leak is concerned, I can whip it out and go just about anywhere. It’s a total guy thing. We’ve been peeing just about anywhere we pleased since we could stand. But when a guy needs to sit, that’s a whole ‘nother story.
Part of my hatred for public bathrooms stems from being gay. (Mothers may cringe here but there's nothing graphic) I learned in my early teens that if I wanted to see any type of gay action at all, I was going to find it in the men’s room. And yes I was flashed in the men’s room lots of times. I saw guys having sex in the men’s room lots of times. I even had sex in the men’s room. Considering that this was the mid-70’s and I was in my teens, I felt there was no where else to go where I could have a chance of meeting anyone that felt the same way as I did, except the men’s room. I even looked forward to going to the mall just so I could go to the men’s room, that is until I actually had to go to the bathroom.
There is nothing worse than having someone tap their foot at you, pass you notes on toilette paper, or look at you through the cracks of the door while you’re trying to take a dump. I didn’t want any of that. I simply wanted to focus on the deed at hand and get the hell out of there. It’s a dirty job and it’s not one I wanted to share. And, for me anyway, there is absolutely NOTHING sexually exciting about that.
Once I got a little older and starting assessing the type of men who were trolling the bathrooms, I made a decision that these were not the type of men I was interested in anyway. (Mostly married men and trolls) Plus it just felt wrong. If I wanted to meet gay men, I could go to bars, nightclubs, and community centers. And during my short stint as a breeder, I hated it even more because I was trying to avoid the “gay thing” altogether. I even swore that if I had a son, I wouldn’t let him use the men’s room by himself until he was 40. God was on my side and gave me a daughter instead.
Fortunately, things have changed a lot since the 70’s and bathrooms aren’t as active as they used to be. Gay men today have more options to meet other gay men then they did back in 1974. We no longer feel like we’re forced to hide in public bathrooms and rest stops. And I think businesses are cracking down on that stuff too. I can’t remember the last time I encountered anything in a public men’s room. And I hope I never will but I don’t doubt that it still happens. And that’s partially why I hate using public restrooms. (More to come)