“I got permission to do anything I want - but I have to take pictures”
We walk to the Red Line Metro, it seems like any day at the metro. We have problems getting a round trip ticket - the kiosk would not read the 5 dollar bill, a new kiosk and we are set with her pass.
Its apparent to me she have never done this Metro before. The ticket does not work like my proxy pass - the metro has no way to read it, you just keep it on your person. When a cop checks you, you need to have it on your person.
We debated walking to the subway pants-less or taking it off on the subway itself.
Nerves start building up - my system gets a bit more energy. Feeling replaced thinking. The only way I can do this is think is to think of myself as an escort, a protector - someone who will be a buffer between any possible nasty strangeness. That will take my mind off of me and onto something external.
What’s the right metaphor?
“I know the Metro pretty well. - I know the stops. Exit points.”
_ I make an offer - “Consider me your Squire”
We walk down the first set of stairs.
“Squire - I like that”
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One more set of stairs separate us from the subway onramp.
“Do you see anyone?”
A small rush of three guys, passes by. They are here to play. A tall, thinnish guy wearing a tight t-shirt and briefs walks down.
“Do you see any women?”
I scan around and shrug
“ I don’t want to be the only woman”
“Do you want me to check”
“Yes please”
Still wearing shorts I bound down onto the last set of stairs. I see it.
A rear, the unmistakable form and shape of a woman’s panties clung around a shapely, young white butt was in my sights. Deeply energized, I hurled myself back to the staging area.
I nod. The unspoken intonation was you are not alone. I nod my head to a large concrete support that blocks the view. Strange how the act of undressing is such a private matter that we instinctively go to any cover we can get.
At the same time three kids are, at the same spot are pants shedding - two of them are women. My companion strikes up a conservation.
“I was worried I would be the only woman”
“You haven't done this before?”
“No”
“Don’t worry”
As my hand goes to my belt I unbuckle. I get a voice inside of my head - its the same voice parents belt out to you when you, as a child cross lines you did not even know existed. Like taking off your pants in public. The internalized voice makes itself known, then you must push it aside.
In my black underwear, black socks, black trim sneakers, Black Tiki Ti T shirt and black Hawaiian shirt.
“OK - we are supposed to act like everything is normal”
We walk briskly into the subway depot. Its not normal - The clicking of digital gadgetry fills the air. A 2 second shot of my companion walking into the station is on a YouTube vid right now.
I awkwardly try to make small talk. The kids are in force. There seem to be two contingents, one late teens and early 20 somethings. Others are in there early 30’s. A few of the men who are sans pants are about my age and are dressed in suites.
Camera’s click incessantly. its a 50, 50 gender split so far. The women seem to be poised and a few seem playful.
I feel - strange. Not uncomfortable, I take in the scene.
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