Friend/Co-worker Chris often likes to joke about being young, gay, and in LA —- and venturing over to the glory holes that apparently exist in Griffith Park.
For those unfamiliar with a glory hole, it’s a hole in a wall where a stranger on the other side has his/her/it’s way with your member, obviously for sexual purposes. I just assume it’s supposed to be a stranger.
It’s also possible due to typical dating woes in this town, Chris has expressed a desire for food to be on the other side of the hole. Perhaps chocolate chip cookies? What about a simple, but tasty sandwich?
Fuck that. Cash should come out. Gold, maybe? A piece of paper with great advice? Maybe a gas pump should come out and blow it’s load into my tank. That’d be nice.
What’s your better idea for a glory hole? All of these are already much better ideas than some unemployed guy named “Buck,” who has a slight pot-belly, and bifocals — and who wanders around stalking men after the sun goes down in Griffith Park.
Tags: cash, Food & Restaurants, gay, glory hole, griffith park, LA, sexual, strangers
