Free casual sex in public places isn’t exactly a new phenomenon. Ask the members of the Mile High Club. However, this novelty practice seems to be developing into something more common one that makes the regular one-night stand seem unusual.
David, an aspiring Wall Street lawyer in his early 40s who asked not to be tagged with his real name, is about to propose to his girlfriend. He considers free casual sex in restaurant bathrooms the modern equivalent of forbidden trysts. “I’m almost married, so bathrooms are more like motels for me.”
Michael Kimmel, who is the author of “Guyland: The Inner World of Men, 18 – 26, says propagation of needed instantaneous free casual sex shows that both straight men and women are now appropriating what was then perceived as homosexual behavior. “In the gay culture,” says Kimmel, “there is the idea that you can hit a bar, have free casual sex, zip up, and then have a beer. Now, even women are having free casual sex like their male counterparts do sex for sex’s sake. It’s way easier for both straight and gay men to have sex whenever they want to.”
Shelly, a New York real estate broker in her 30s, provided support to Kimmel’s theory with her own story. Her bathroom taste focuses on a new aspect of stall sex: wealth. She isn’t defiling the bathroom stalls of local dive bars; she’s doing it in the classiest restaurants in Manhattan. “The stalls at Nobu in West 57th are the best,” she says. “You can lean over the sink and watch yourself in the mirror as you do the dirty deed.”
At velvet-rope clubs, like the Plumm in New York, stall sex is a privilege not only the wealthy take pleasure in but also those with preferred customer status. There is one exclusive room at the Plumm that has been specifically designed to hide stall fornicators. According to club owner Noel Ashman, they have a VIP bathroom that goes through the kitchen for its members with a special key that provides entry. When asked if sex really happens there, an unconcerned Ashman says, “I suppose it does.”
Amy Sacco, club owner of celebrity infested Bungalow 8, is similarly undaunted by the practice, although, she takes note of a potential hassle. “It’s no surprise if people are having sex in my bathrooms mine are divine,” she says. “But hopefully they all make it fast I hate it when the lines starts to get long.”
Free casual sex in public places isn’t exactly a new phenomenon. Ask the members of the Mile High Club. However, this novelty practice seems to be developing into something more common one that makes the regular one-night stand seem unusual.
David, an aspiring Wall Street lawyer in his early 40s who asked not to be tagged with his real name, is about to propose to his girlfriend. He considers free casual sex in restaurant bathrooms the modern equivalent of forbidden trysts. “I’m almost married, so bathrooms are more like motels for me.”
Michael Kimmel, who is the author of “Guyland: The Inner World of Men, 18 – 26, says propagation of needed instantaneous free casual sex shows that both straight men and women are now appropriating what was then perceived as homosexual behavior. “In the gay culture,” says Kimmel, “there is the idea that you can hit a bar, have free casual sex, zip up, and then have a beer. Now, even women are having free casual sex like their male counterparts do sex for sex’s sake. It’s way easier for both straight and gay men to have sex whenever they want to.”
Shelly, a New York real estate broker in her 30s, provided support to Kimmel’s theory with her own story. Her bathroom taste focuses on a new aspect of stall sex: wealth. She isn’t defiling the bathroom stalls of local dive bars; she’s doing it in the classiest restaurants in Manhattan. “The stalls at Nobu in West 57th are the best,” she says. “You can lean over the sink and watch yourself in the mirror as you do the dirty deed.”
At velvet-rope clubs, like the Plumm in New York, stall sex is a privilege not only the wealthy take pleasure in but also those with preferred customer status. There is one exclusive room at the Plumm that has been specifically designed to hide stall fornicators. According to club owner Noel Ashman, they have a VIP bathroom that goes through the kitchen for its members with a special key that provides entry. When asked if sex really happens there, an unconcerned Ashman says, “I suppose it does.”
Amy Sacco, club owner of celebrity infested Bungalow 8, is similarly undaunted by the practice, although, she takes note of a potential hassle. “It’s no surprise if people are having sex in my bathrooms mine are divine,” she says. “But hopefully they all make it fast I hate it when the lines starts to get long.”
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