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And so, I find myself wandering between Seventh and Eighth Avenues peering into a sterile chain cafe too overwhelmed by tourists for me to sit in peace. Despite being a fresh face in an extremely dense neighborhood, I cannot seem to get a response on my app from any hot guys in the immediate vicinity.

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This is fine , my well-adjusted inner voice tells me, and not at all a reasonable metric of how desirable you are. Then my phone buzzes away the blank, insecure space in my brain, sparkles of dopamine pouring in. Nonetheless, I ask for a face pic anyway. That said, I fantasize about it a lot and consider it an important part of my queer lineage.

For many people living in more repressive worlds than mine, it still functions this way.

Public gay cruising, in my view, takes the typical ways men command power over public space, and rather than leverage such power to victimize women and girls, re-codifies it into an offer of liminal refuge from heterosexual life. Paul International Airport. Via the silent, intuitive osmosis by which children receive the news, I knew that I was implicated.

But the ridicule extended beyond this, slipping seamlessly into a mockery of the practices that queers pathetically rely on to get laid, the kinds the undercover cop had likely arrested plenty more low-profile perverts for enacting. I was 14 when Craig was caught tapping, and I was already avoiding urinals. My heart begins pounding, but luckily, at least a few pulses are headed toward my crotch, too.

To my right, I see a set of stairs leading down to a conference hall. Hoping the bathroom might be as obviously located as bathrooms ought to be, I descend the stairs only to see several bored faces in business attire behind a registration table. A hotel employee walks by with a concerned expression aimed at me. I retreat back up the stairs. Surely there must be another entrance to the lower level.

I charge onward through the lobby, peering into the hotel bar and back out, even checking the ground-floor restroom just in case. I fall into paranoia, wondering whether I look more like a lost teen or novice tweaker. Finally, I scram. Whether they worked in silos or obliterated those silos, queer men throughout history have carved out corners to fuck in by the necessity of criminalized desire.

Maybe he got caught and thrown out. Ty Mitchell is a writer based in Brooklyn, New York, focused on gay culture, sexuality, and labor. His work has been featured on Men. Cruising a Hotel Basement Bathroom in Search of My Queer Lineage Stories of bareback sex in city parks and hooking up in bathhouses are our fables — stories of a time when cruising functioned as a vital means for gay men to not just get off, but to discover each other.