At one point we found a public bathroom in the Bronx. It contained those gigantic porcelain urinals of old. Crackled glaze. Niagaran flushing. Hex tiles. There’s something fantastic about their sheltering size and their alluring finish and their human temperature. If I was going to fetishize something, I think it would be these. Oh. Looks like I just did. (Click to really feel 'em)
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Say it with Kohler: A sensory oasis.
Oh I love those, they even work well when you lose your sense of good aim.
If they had these at the Eagle, you would never pry the piss queens out of them. Love the cornfed t-shirt! You all look so cute!
Nice pic of you four guys.
NYC in the background looks so beautiful.
those are grand potties. do they have those little cake thingies in the drains? i love the scent of those little cakes. i've only ever wanted to be a man so i could whip it out and squirt wherever i want to. and to be able to potty in fine city urinals such as these ~ magnificent!
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