When I mentioned he was damaging property, he said he wasn’t and this was no big deal. Here, sitting on the edge of the bubbling pool of hot water, wet, naked, enamored men were climbing over each other (which then led to more sex acts) while basically getting as close as possible to ravage the drag queen’s huge c**k. After she had enough of that room, a small team of men followed her into the big jacuzzi where another show of sorts was to take place. The drag queen’s first visit was to the steam room, where she was followed inside by a group of admirers. Still half in her gear, she quickly transformed herself into her rented room and emerged with just a towel on, followed by removing her makeup at one of the sinks with the remnants of the evening smeared across her towel barely draping around her thick waist. One such morning at about 4:30 am, one of the well-known local drag queens showed up. Below, Jameson Farn shares some of his best anecdotes from his many years working in gay saunas, from the straight men who frequent bathhouses to what he describes as “the lonely hearts club”.
