(mask mandate observation #3)
A youngish professional, leaving his office for the day,
tore…sigh…his mask off upon exiting his office building and onto the
street.
I watched him out of boredom, expecting a mere readjustment,
or a temporary removal for a relaxing end-of-day cigarette.
When he stuffed his hand and mask into his pocket and left them
there my bored stare became a lustful hypnosis, bordering on arousal for freedom:
He was choosing to walk around outside without his mask!!!
I’m still straight because this reminded me of the thrill of watching a
woman eager to sunbathe, removing her bathing suit cover-up to reveal a sexy
two-piece.
Two takeaways:
1. an ordinary moment can instantly become a gay one.
2. we have become so socially distant that a mask under the chin is the equivalent of panties to the side.
