I've often wondered if the Women's Lockerroom has the same uneasy feeling as the Men's Lockerroom at the gym. Do Ladies have the same sense of "anxiety" that most Men's Lockerrooms have?

"Anxiety" can mean several things. There are times when I feel that the lockerroom is just one big gay porn film waiting to happen. The place is hot, humid, and heavy. All kinds of skin exposure is going on. Men just wiping their freshly exercised bodies dry of either sweat or water from their hot, steamy shower. Bending over to wipe their lower extremities with all kinds of appendages dangling here and there. All it's going to take is one couple to start touching each other and... OY!

"Anxiety" can also be when men are nervous about being in the lockerroom. Like the guy who keeps his towel around his waist as he tries to slip his underwear on or off despite the fact that he can barely keep his balance. C'mon give me a break: if your dick was that interesting, we still would not look. Or the guy who bumps into you and still won't say excuse me or make eye contact for fear of you trying to pick him up for a quick one in the steam room. Yeah, like that ever really happens. (Note to straight men: if a gay man checks you out, you're still hetero. If you suck his cock in the shower stall, then you're gay.) Plus, when did it become offensive to look at someone? It's offensive to lear and salivate at someone. But checking out your fellow gym member's ass is not a crime. Hell, I feel priveleged if someone continues to look at my fat ass.

Is this "phenomena" just relagated to Men's Lockerrooms or do Women share the same "anxiety"? Is it just city gyms or are the gyms in our suburbs similar? These are the things I wonder as I slip out of my tight spandex shorts and jockstrap. Just wondering. Later.  ¶ 12:53 PM