This photo dated 1900 (taken from ectomo at flicker, http://www.flickr.com/photos/ectomo/1702809476) shows a Russian bath house (some believe it's American) where customers wash and de-stress themselves in various ways. Such nudity in communal places is normal in some cultures. However, in the gay culture, bath houses have assumed a totally different role as a place where dudes walk around clad in only towels just to 'get some'.


Routine of the Flesh

My world is full of debauchery of the sexual kind. At times I worry, other times I simply give in to my crazy ass desires.
The normal routine for me is to meet total strangers at cruising spots such as bath houses, lakes or wherever. I also "befriend" strangers when I go for erotic massages or when I go online.
My sexual habits involve total strangers, whom I chat up with at first by asking about their work, hobbies, mode of transport to said cruising spot,etc.
I will do a whole reporter-esque interview prior to sex. Of course, chatting up guys does not always lead to sex. I mean, if there's no chemistry then we just move on...or go home and wank off. Ehem.
But when I do get to have sex, and more often than not I never would hear from the person again. The only exceptional cases were with my ex boyfriends. Now those dudes kept calling me back, and I too, reciprocated. They were lovely.

Anyhow, recently, I began to "reduce" all these activities by hooking up with people I know. I met up with Shay two nights back, and he's someone I have known for a while.
I met up with Matt last night, and I have known him for almost 2 years.
Yes, the word Reduce in my world applies to doing things in slightly tamer terms. I admit my definition of tame is not a normal definition. It may simply mean going on 10 days without sex. How fucked up am I? I think I may not lead a normal life as compared to my friends and colleagues. But what is normal anyway?