The Men's Locker Room

It is really a parallel dimension world. Imagine this. Men get up, brush, shave, go to office, work, attend meetings, attend parties, go to place of worship, play sports, go to baseball games, jog on the treadmill, do push ups. Men do all these activities. You know what the key thing is, when men do those activities.

They have clothes on.

As inconceivable as it sounds, men prefer to have clothes on when they are around other men. They feel odd when they are nude in front of other men. Imagine an all-men party over a football game. Would it be odd if they were completely naked during that party? They don't do any of the gay stuff ("not that there is anything wrong with it") but just hang around the house. Naked. Yes! It would be very odd. It would be odd if men roam around naked during a baby shower, baseball game, corporate meetings, gym, an all boys school, gay convention, sex-education-for-men classroom, cooking class, and even in a bachelors party.

But the locker room is in a parallel dimension.

Men, somehow, due to some freak of nature are totally comfortable walking around completely naked in front of other men - in a locker room. They are totally nude. Not even a thin piece of fabric is on them. No. Nada. Nil. Zilch. You should see my gym. Its a five star gym. Every treadmill has its own towel and cleaning liquid. There are thousands of machines for every variety. Large screen TV that transmit audio on FM. Its the best freakin gym I've ever seen. The locker room in the gym/club is really huge. Its like a small village by itself. With sofas, TV lounge rooms, restrooms, long stretch chairs (like those on the beach).

And people inside the locker room are completely naked.

They walk around - naked. Pause and watch TV - naked. When they have to wait for something they lounge in the chair - naked. Its one big naked party. The funny part is they act is if everything is normal. Here I am, putting some stuff in my locker. I am a fruit. I am probably carefully storing a wallet with saami photo, temple kumkum and Anjaneya dollar. Silly me. I am gaampleeatly dressed. Nasty me. I am making doubly sure that I always wear a towel. Rummaging around extracting my iPod. And naked people come and stand near me. Naked people dry themselves using the towel. Naked people open locker. Take comb and comb. Naked people use hair dryer. Naked people don't quickly dress up. They just pick the towel, talk, nod, say 'hi', and walk towards the rest room. There is a long pathway with some brochures, posters, weight machines. So I stop to check my weight. Naked people walk by. Its a long pathway. And they don't care. They just walk by. Slowly. Read brochures. Stare at the posters.

I am live inside the 'Beautiful People' movie.

And these are the same people who question cults with weird habits? My question is - if the same set of people meet outside the locker room - Say in an office, party or stadium - they wouldn't be caught dead seeing each other naked. However. I say however not so lightly my dear friend. However, if they cross that magic boundary line of the locker room, everything changes. Everything. In this parallel world. It is okay for men to see each other naked. They can drink water naked, they can check weight naked, comb naked, read naked....it goes on.

My mind is just so damaged right now with all the wrong images. Its not practical to close the eyes and walk inside. What if you bump into something? Or worse trip. I am gonna have to spend a lot of time in a good porn site and try and erase all those images out of my mind.