Beautiful Red

Drinking at the Y

The video series "Extreme Public Piss" follows the willing and beautiful women around town on the streets of Hungary, it looks like, as they flash, pull up their dresses or down their pants, and piss against walls, in the park, or on the streets.

It's amazing, that people walk by, seem to see what's going on and understand it but don't intervene... or participate.

How could they?

The series is in the 70s or 80s now, each at 90 minutes or so and increasingly bold and outrageous. The beginning numbers would set up a woman, usually a little long in the tooth, holding her crotch, unable to hold it in and - a common golden shower ruse - pee in desperation in a phone booth or apartment house stoop.

But by the tenth that artifice is abandoned. The women wantonly and hotly whip it out and don't seem so concerned about getting stopped or caught. This foreign non-narrative gonzo pornography is like nothing in the US. It's exhibitionistic, transgressive and naturalistic. It excites my exhibitionist attraction to public sex, sexually promiscuous and comfortable women, as well as real-looking women (usually over 30, with real boobs, and while their pussies are trimmed for the most part, these aren't all barbie-dolls).



Most of the locations are a bit abandoned, in alleys or near construction sites. It's an amazing thrill to see a woman, full of beer and probably drunk as shit, casually pull down her top or unbottom her jacket to reveal nothing underneath. The open air, the pedestrians, and the traffic go by, half paying attention. But to merely flash isn't enough, they eventually squat and pull aside their skirt and place their fingers on their labia and let a stream go. They piss onto the sidewalk, this forbidden spectacle, or against a tree. They don't stop prematurely.

They piss in public and you can see their pussies open to the world. They don't care.

If traffic goes by it's on a bridge and few people could realistically pull over and say "hey!" Imagine being a resident (or a tourist) and turning the corner, seeing one of these women pissing on the streets and train-stations all over Hungary. It's just another one of the exports, this unique series of how hot 30-something women express their sexuality. By pissing in full view out of doors.

Horse

One of my good high school friends, I'll call him K, could always get girls a lot easier than most of us. Besides the fact perhaps that his parents were well off and he had his own bedroom with only one sister... in a room across the hallway... there was a rumor widely circulated that his cock was huge.

The girls nicknamed him "HP" for horse prick. I never saw it in real life (soft or hard) but it loomed large in his legend.

News like that spreads, especially among the appreciative, and especially among the perhaps under-experienced high school girl (or girls) who started the rumor. I heard it from an old girl friend of mine who had not gone out with him but had heard it from a girlfriend who had. She was talking about my friend's cock!

I tried to explain that the object in question always looks bigger when it is at attention, was her friend sure it was special? Would she like to have a comparative example (for example, mine)?

Part of me was envious that the girls weren't talking about the size of my cock. Part of me may have been envious. In my teens getting the girls' attention with my sexuality was of supreme importance. And my friend, K, was a ladykiller, not so much because he was a weasel or a cad or tried too hard or made himself unbearable. His reputation proceeded him, and he didn't have to work for it. He got whomever he wanted... eventually.

At least, captured their imaginations, including my girlfriend's.

At a certain point whether it's true or not doesn't matter. He was a blissful underachiever and cruised through school and jr. college. 20 years later he still hasn't made much of himself, arrogant, never returned phone calls, always too busy to meet for coffee or drinks. Married, kids and stuck in a mid-level job.

Him and his horse prick. It's a good problem to have, but I wonder.

Friday Morning

My interest in a self-documenting mode of sexuality leads me to share this. The postings of the horny and exhibitionistic women (and men) on line that interrogate the meaning of interactive sex, alone yet public and anonymous, both drives me to distraction and excites me; I post my favorite and the most beautiful examples in the last months.

I wonder how the virtual thrill of doing it out in the open, for hundreds of partners, yet remaining alone and safe... or at least isolated... conflates and confounds my normal responses to them, and opens up a desire within my secret heart to do the same, a simple exhibitionistic and narcisistic display of cock and cum.

Of desire, of vulnerability.

Of lust and the public spectacle of that release. As a spiritual embracing of my thrill over you watching me. To know your eyes are there, yet not feel the judging gaze of the next few seconds afterwards, of the ticking clock, of the ringing doorbell. Of the mail that goes unanswered. Or the unwashed dish.