Public Display

When I was younger, the pursuit of and the possibility of sex seemed a constant fixture in my underdeveloped brain. As a young man, getting close to, almost having, and actual sex with someone other than myself was high on a short list of needs. It was why, when I was at that age, I was willing to do almost anything, anywhere given the possibility of it. My willingness to commit private acts in public places was quite high back then; the back of movie theaters, parked cars on dark streets, well, those were the only places I’d be willing to try something. Now that I think about it, I wasn’t that big on all of that, I was just more willing to do something stupid back then, than I am now.

I’m not an exhibitionist, so the thrill of getting caught or putting on a show for the people was never a turn on. Couple that with the fading libido of a man my age, or as I call it, tired, and the thought of any sort of indecent act in public is for the most part off the table. Nevertheless, people who are attracted to each other and have low levels of inhibition, find ways to put their lack of self control and good taste in our faces on the daily basis.

I think about this now because as I made my way to work this morning, I was passed by a man in a lesser minivan (a late model Kia Sedona with a cracked windshield), who seemed to be getting violently fellated by his lady passenger. Initially, when they passed me, I wasn’t able to put together what was happening; from my vantage point, it just looked like a woman doing her best impression of a deranged chicken, pecking in some dude’s lap. It wasn’t until they were a good 50 yards ahead of me and she threw her head back, hard and quick, to get her hair out of her face that I finally figured it out. She then sat up and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. I figured she was readying herself for some serious work, and pressed the gas to get my peeping tom on. She didn’t continue, but the driver kept his foot on the gas and weaved further and further away into the traffic ahead of me.

I removed my foot from the accelerator, put aside my voyeuristic urge, and conceded myself to the doldrums of my soon to be started work day. Only meth heads would do such a thing so early in the morning I thought. Weaving in and out of traffic like some sex crazed lunatics, no regard for themselves or anyone else obviously. Oral sex on an interstate highway? During rush hour traffic? Did the driver not care about the woman’s safety? Was she not a human being? Did he not consider that there were other people in the world, who were possibly not high and not horny, and not satisfying their urges in traffic like savages even though they might want to?

Am I asking too many questions? Doesn’t matter. What kind of world would it be if we were all riding around in minivans getting our oral stimulation on? Heaven maybe? May be?