On the bathroom walls of Number 9, a gay bar in Washington DC, I was greeted by the most carnal display of men, all in their glory. I’d never seen anything quite like that, in such openness no less.
My dropped jaw and doe-in-the-headlights stance betrayed my innocence. People seemed just as shocked walking past a very lost-looking me, and I was lost. Lost in my head, lost in the wallpaper.
‘Who could have thought of this?’
I thought to myself
…and I really did.
Here’s a slice of heaven from Number 9.