Saw a guy in the locker room at the Y (natch). He was nude, save for a dress shirt (and I should point out that wearing only a shirt and nothing else is always way pervier than strutting around nude), perched on one of the communal stools (with full-contact between the seat and his twig-and-berries, taint and b-hole), one foot on the floor, the other perched on the edge of the seat – so he could clip his toenails…
Trying to decide whether this was more or less bizarre than the time I saw a guy in front of the sinks in the locker room coloring his hair – complete with plastic gloves and easy-application tube of shoe-polish brown (Miss Clairol No. 47, I think…)
Also, I will never, ever, ever understand the members at the Y who wait for the interminably slow elevator, only to ride up one floor to the workout floor and then climb onto the StairMaster… “Unclear on the concept” doesn’t even begin to describe it…
Christ-on-his-throne – what the hell is wrong with people?
It's a Complete Outrage 