It’s fun to stay at the YMCA (you can’t make this up).

So I'm sitting outside a Starbucks in Portland Oregon yesterday and I can over hear a conversation between to gay men, which to be honest didn't really catch my attention until I heard one say he'd been homeless in San Francisco. The homeless part didn't catch my interest but I lived in San Francisco and when I hear someone bring it up it has a tendency to catch my attention. So he's talking about how life is living at the Golden Gate YMCA in the Tenderloin of San Francisco, which if you're not familiar with the Bay Area is a very seedy district where pretty much anything and everything goes. It's not the part of SF you take your family to on vacation, unless you want them to witness homosexual prostitutes, junkies, transvestites and that sort of touristy stuff. Anyway, the one says he's been living there, at the Y, for a while with the likelihood of being mugged, raped or killed on a daily basis, which I would believe knowing of the area so he had been thinking about leaving and going to Portland. He said the deciding event was one night when the two men in the cots next to him got into a fight and the one pulled out a 14" black dildo and began beating the other man with it. He said he was so scared he curled up on his cot and started to cry while the security guards just sat in the corner and laughed at the sight of the man beating the other with the dildo. This in and of itself is relatively funny. The mental image is enough to make you giggle a little (I know I shouldn't laugh but it's funny) but it's what he said next that caused me to shoot my 4 shots of espresso out of my nose, and I quote "I don't care how clean your glory hole is, I don't want to be touched by another mans insides".I lost it. I swear to God it's true. You can't write that kinda shit.