![]() There was a man standing at the sink, washing his hands. ![]() Despite not being a man, they were almost always seen as one by other people, and using the men's restroom was generally safe. Gerald wondered to themself if any of them knew the reputation of the building they were in. There was one class going on, but only a handful of students there. They found some steps going down into the basement, and found three classrooms and a bathroom. Gerald headed inside, going through a small side door. Cruising meant you could get caught in public, and you might not even recognize the person's face a week from now. Gerald had always gone to a bedroom to have sex, and always knew the other person's name. The thought was unusual, terrifying, liberating. This spot was supposed to be big for 'cruising'-they had heard the term before, but until a conversation the other night never knew where that kind of thing could actually happen.Īnonymous sex, in a public place, sometimes without even actually talking to the other person. ![]() They looked at the small building, part of the local college, with curiosity. If you do read my story, let me know what you think! No demons or aliens this time, but a main character who uses they/them pronouns, so if you'll complain about that, well, there are other stories you can read. Note: Hello! A very short and sweet piece for you.
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