We are in the big smoke. This city. Chinatown. The red light district. We are sitting in a bar and they are so young and wide eyed. They stare out into the passing parade. Women dressed like men. Men dressed like women. Prostitutes dressed like men dressed like women. The place across the road is called the Glory Hole and I chuckle, but they have never heard this term before. I find this endearing. This two young men, so clean in the dirty city.
I tell them about the holes in the wall and the play of random genitals, penises drooping through the holes like flowers, rising to the sun when people kneel and touch and suck at them. They are incredulous. It is charming. This is a world that they have not had contact with. I am no seasoned hand at sex shops and peep shows but I have seen and heard and visited. I am a voyeur. I watch with interest. I suddenly feel elevated to a place of wisdom in the eyes of my two young friends, these men who have grown up in an age of free porn on the internet, but who have kept themselves safe from it naive, and ultimately sweet.
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