Glennzilla. On point, as usual:

http://www.salon.com/opinion/greenwald/2007/08/28/craig/index.html

I’m getting into the comments a little late here, but I had to throw down on this one. Dude – have you ever smelled the inside of some of the public restrooms of rural American? I say this as a man who grew up mucking out the barn in spring, which is one of the truly awful tasks that inspired me to finish college.

I’ve driven across the country a couple of times; pounding down a 44-oz. Supertanker of Mountain Dew to try to make it to Tucumcari without falling into a sleep-deprivation coma leads to having to make some pretty desperate pee breaks in dodgy “rest stops.”

Some of them would make the aforementioned aluminum smelter seem tolerable.

You have to have a serious screw loose to find such an (ahem) atmosphere exciting in a sexual way.

I travel a lot, and end up using airport toilets while waiting for flights. So now, groggy from jet lag, I also have to worry about toe-tapping rightwing Republicans? Can’t they provide a special stall for these guys to do their thing and leave the rest alone?

Their stalls could even have a universal sign–a stick figure with a cross in one hand and another man’s cock in the other.

Why, and where …

Now she’s just a fat ugly media whore.

I remember it from Maupin’s Tales of the City, though why on earth anyone in 1970′s San Francisco had to resort to code to find other gay men is beyond me. If you couldn’t get laid in 1970′s San Francisco, you simply weren’t trying or looked like Daffyd ab Hugh and even he would have been a hit with the chubby chasers.

I first heard it in the ’60s.I do remember all that stuff w/ the bandannas from the ’70s

Those fucking bandannas! There was never any conformity to what they meant and even the whole left = top, right = bottom thing was never clear to me or my friends. A rather inept way to signal other people your intentions, I’d say.

Bigger question for restroom usage/stance (not just for Henry, or gay people in general): Do you just let your pants flop down to the floor, or do you keep the feet close together & the knees wide apart to keep your pants from hitting the floor?

The latter. Pants touch the floor? *SHUDDER* You don’t know what’s on that floor, best be safe, picking up a stain in an awkward spot of your Dockers would be social death.

Never did the bathroom stall thing –I much preferred soft sheets, candles and Debussy piano music on the CD player– though, once, an allegedly straight co-worker suggested we go in to the bathroom stalls –separate ones– and jack off, which we did. I often wondered if he told some woman he married that he was gay when he was 42 and our little stall-a-thon was his first tentative step out of the closet.

It’ll never get any better I suspect, but I wish there weren’t so many damn hangups about sex.

The world these people inhabit is completely outside the realm of my experience.

This ups the ‘ick’ factor quite a bit.

Daily.

Karsnia then held his police identification down by the floor so that Craig could see it.”

I had a hunch about the guy when I saw him at the Bee Gees convention, humming songs from The Music Man while licking my heiny.

Kevin, I think you’re jumping to conclusions. Didn’t you read the article, the Senator has an EXTREMELY wide stance.

Remember the wide stance? Well, you must also force your knees out hard during the entire motion and push out on the sides of your shoes while you squat. This keeps the tension in the hips where it should be. This is also why most squat shoes, tennis shoes, and cross trainers suck for squatting. The best shoes for squatting are Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars. The soles are flat and the side construction is rugged enough to push out against without a blowout…

You know what Craig’s problem was? He just had the wrong shoes on that day. None of this would’ve happened if he had worn his Chuck Taylors.