The Perversion of Public Transportation

For such an over-sexed culture the idea of public affection is taboo unless you're out of the country. We invite love in but refuse to put up with the necessary act of love when it doesn't involve us... given that you're not a voyeur. I distinctly remember talking on the phone with a friend 2 years ago explaining that when in a relationship I like to show off my affection; I felt 'entitled' to spread my love around.  Since then, my views have changed. The fact of the matter is onlookers will find more delight in a couple laughing honestly together than one sucking face. No one wants to see your love... they just want you to get away. It's an uncomfortable party that we've been invited to without the option to decline. Unfortunately, it seems that public affection most often takes place within a closed area such as the subway, a.k.a the 'T". The T has become this common ground for lovers and quite frankly, I'm a little distraught.

Her newly forming dreadlocks spilled over her shoulder and I could see wisps of hair near her ear that hadn't yet clung to the lump on her head. Her innocent pearly face was shadowed by the bag of clothes hiding her shape. Maybe it's because I thought she was a lesbian but I wasn't expecting the kiss to come from a petite sized male with feminine lips and a bold black fedora. I averted my eyes and sympathized with the woman across from me, obviously struck with embarrassment. He kissed her hard, not passionately, like someone who had just learnt the art and wasn't familiar with anything besides the suction cup effect. They were one of those couples that you'd be jealous of because it was inevitable they'd end up married except you're too turned off by the repeated offenses to your eyes to consider their transcendental love. And yet, you can't pull your eyes away or else you risk the question of how did these two end up together to be left unanswered. However, as disconcerting as it is to be in the imprisonment of the T while a couple strains to conceal their libido, I find little comparison to the audible moans and groans of an oblivious couple. 

There's an unspoken assumption in the female community that when participating in sexual activities one should retire to the boy's room as to not disrupt the prude order existing within female dormitories. While most women consider it inappropriate to kiss someone in a room with others nearby, men simply sexile their roommate with no sympathy. After a night of partying I curled up in my bed unable to go to sleep. It so happens that our walls are quite thin, not to mention the pipe that runs through the three adjacent dorms, impeccable at carrying sound. Before long I began to hear the soft grunts and pleading words of a stranger nearby. I heard it all like a whisper in my ear and while amazed at the audacity of this girl, I was more alarmed by the clarity at which I could hear her voice. Twenty minutes later she was finished... needless to say, this was not my pick of a bedtime story. 

While I'm not the perfect poster child for refined behavior I know how to not grab my boyfriend's crotch in public and can keep quiet when need be. Is it really too much to ask for an undisturbed subway ride and a good nights sleep!?! In the next week I'll turn a blind eye to such vulgar displays of love given that St. Valentine is coming this weekend. But bear in mind, if anyone else decides to come... keep it to yourself.