>When I was 14 on occasion after high school I would go to the old New
>Yorker movie theatre on the corner of 89th St. and Broadway to get a
>blowjob in the balcony toilet, and would then come home and do my
>homework. At dinner one night, my father said "did you know that
>today they started showing "Triumph of the Will" at the New Yorker?, my
>mother said "yes, there were demonstrators against it making so much
>noise you could hear it from the grocers", I said "yeah, it was amazing, I
>got spat on going into the movie" ... dead silence, everyone looking at me
>... "errr .... it's an important piece of history, and.... errr.."
Ha. I had no idea the NYer was such a hotbed. Then again, I learned on some gay cruising website the other week that the steamroom at my gym is also a hotbed. Sometimes I feel so sheltered...