DAY TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE
Body sale out of my window
Out of my window I can see a parade of men passing by every day and night. “Salle climatisée”, “Cabines individuelles”, “Promo Gay” in red and flashy orange are the messages you can read under the classic “Interdit au moins de 18 ans” (prohibited under 18). Old, elegant, fat, handsome, hurried or calm, some of them clumsily open the door looking at both sides of the street, others get in and out many times during a day. Sometimes, generally sunday night, there are groups of them smoking, laughing, talking outside.
Maybe in a parallel world there’s a group of women outside…