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My only experience with an exhibitionist was when I was about 13. And I think I wrote about it a long time ago somewhere on SI...I was walking to school with my friend Mary Mana Deaver and we were passing Mrs. L's Rooms for Rent, one of those big old homes that an impoverished widow opens up to keep herself in whiskey and cigarettes, and we heard a pounding from above. Way up on the third floor, a naked man stood plastered against the window beaming down at us, like one of those stickup Garfields. We ran all the way to school, giggling like hyenas over our first sight of a penis, limp and extremely non-threatening though it was. That afternoon, accompanied by all our friends, there must have been eight or ten of us, we walked slowly and hopefully by the house, but there were no more penises to be seen, that day or ever. Well, at least in that window. |
