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In the airport so many people were choosing wheelchairs over moving on their own volition that the staff was wheeling people 2 at a time, chairs 4-6 at a time in stacks. To get a cheap price I switched flights in Detroit - never again. A 4 hour venture takes all day with a transfer, more when your layover is 4 hours. I just finished Chuck Palahniuk's "Choke," in which he describes sexual compulsives who engage in hateful sex (they quickly learn to loathe their partners) in places such as bathrooms and airplane bathrooms. What his narrative doesn't strip away from the mile high club, reality completes. I stepped into the airplane bathroom during my flight and have to say there is little in the world less sexually charged than that space.

I sat outside my gate 4 hours early, thinking it was a good opportunity to read. The place cleared out with the last plane takeoff. I was alone until a large and chunky black dude sat across from me. He wore sweats, the pants were navy. He sat directly across from me in the empty lounge, and spread his legs wide. His face was behind a magazine - people I think. I saw his dick outlined in his pants, maybe 3" soft. His hand rested along the top of it, but seemed casually placed there. I figured he was soft and not stroking so he's probably just an oaf. I can't say or think anything of course, because that would be racist, right? Maybe all black men jiggle their dingle in public and for me to object would be culturally insensitive. Huh. Only a minute later he starts to move his hand, tracing his middle 3 fingers up and down his shaft - which stops being completely soft. I stare for eye contact and the fool is still hiding behind his magazine. I try to stand but my damn leg is asleep - no matter - I hobble across the room - by the time I arrive he has moved out of the lounge completely. I am sick of looking gay.

My retreat was ineffective. I sat near the entrance to the plane where several woman were, using the crowd as a pervert protection shield. Problem was this sari-wrapped middle-eastern woman had a young boy that she was letting run rampant in the isles, yelling and bumping through the waiting area with no remorse or guidance. It was less than a half an hour later I risked the return of the perv by returning to the far side of the terminal.

I can't understand how Senator Craig was getting sex in the bathroom. I guess I can imagine one thing about the airport though - you're a stranger seeing people you'll never see again. If you can find people that will have sex with someone they met 3 minutes ago, to finish in 30 minutes, this is clearly the place. No shame in being declined as the ridicule could only last minutes. You could flagrantly ogle a woman's chest without fear of reproach - many dig in their noses like they were in traffic.

I went to the airport bathroom (lots of diet pepsi on this trip) and again, there is nothing less tolerant of sex than a public bathroom. The place is the strangest mixture of sterile and filthy - too many people go there, the floors are too wet with scary substances, too many exotic germs can live there and too many people have too many alternate theories of hygiene - yet everything is shiny and smells like cleaner, nothing requires you to touch a thing. You step away from the urinal and it flushes. You put your hands under the faucet and water flows on them, beneath the soap a translucent white goo shoots its load in your hand, then the water washes it away. The towel also pops out as you approach.

I kept my hands wet and ran them though my hair. I was looking in the mirror when I heard a sound. Only then did I notice that in the otherwise empty bathroom one stall door was closed - behind me. I looked down and saw navy sweatpants. A face was staring at me through the crack of the door.

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Going to spellbound, yup.