I was somewhere, in some kind of building or public housing structure, with a bunch of guys, including some bisexual or gay guys, I know in real life, like Dontae. I don’t think we were living together. It was more like we were together temporarily, perhaps at a jobsite or something. Whatever the situation, it was bath time, which meant groups of us were taking turns going to the bathroom to bathe or take a shower in what seemed to be regular public “restroom” stalls. The one I was in was about the same size with what seemed to be a shower stall or sink where the toilet normally is.

The problem was that I was there nude except for maybe a pair of socks on; I’d never willingly enter such a place barefoot in real life; and a do-rag, which I almost always wear when I’m not at home, on my head. I don’t think I simply forgot to bring clothes because I didn’t even have the ones I’d worn before getting nude. It was as if I’d purposely left them behind. Yet there I was, in a locked stall, not wanting to leave because other people, particularly some fag; be him full-time or part-time; might see me nude. I remember peeking out, hearing voices, considering making a streak for it.

2015 January 03