It seems that I’ve hit an unlucky streak lately when it comes to other people’s public displays of kink. First there was the fiasco at Club Sin, and now this: A couple of weeks ago, right before that blistering heat wave settled over city, I was flashed on my way to the metro.
Here’s what happened: It was close to midday. I had just walked passed a grade school and a construction site in a quiet (i.e., deserted) residential neighborhood when I noticed a thin guy of average height up ahead of me. In another part of the city his worn-in sweats, dark checkered shirt concealing a faded hoodie, and mesh-back baseball cap would hardly merit mention.