The Washington bath scene is probably like most places, though when I hear comparisons they are usually negative. People say DC is cold and the people unfriendly. Well there certainly are lots of people and no one goes there so they can keep to themselves. If DC is unfriendly, then it is a little frightening to imagine what a friendly bath might be like.

It was about 5:40PM, which is early, but there were no rooms anyway. So I took a locker and put my name on a waiting list already five people deep. I knew it would be hours, but I wanted one if I could get it, and I figured I might well be around for hours. I dumped my clothes in the locker, wrapped myself in my towel, and went to the TV lounge where they play video movies and pornography programmed by the staff. The staff has catholic taste. Much of the stuff they show I have seen more than once. They don't seem to buy much new. Some of it, like the tapes of "Star Wars" and "The Empire Strikes Back" seem to be shown at least once every 24 hours. It makes me wonder where is the fabled culture and sensitivity of gay life when it might do some good?

What they were showing when I arrived waw new to me. I would like to tell you its name, but I never saw the title cuts. I have surmised that the start was the famous Casey Donovan who is handsome, but not the stuff of Michelangelo's art. However, at least for pornography, he does have two stellar qualities: an honest smile, and a genuine sense of humor. And this tape had a real plot! Casey has been given several wishes by his fairy godmother, Wanda, who he talks to every morning in the bathroom mirror. (Wanda needed a shave.) Casey is looking for true love and using his wishes to get to know likely candidates. But for a while he seems very confused about the difference between true love and just getting laid. The theme is universal, and it is a good excuse for a lot of on-screen sex.

One of Casey's wishes is for the new grocery boy, who shows up at the door in the next cut to deliver a case of beer and a sack of potatoes. Casey entices him into the kitchen and asks him for the secret of his find physique. The boy responds:

"I swim a lot and I chew bubble gum. I can swim 100 yards and blow 53 bubbles.

"That's better than one bubble every two yards."

Casey offers him a beer.

"I'd rather have a potato."

Casey grabs for one and spills twenty pounds of spuds. He asks if the grocery boy wants it baked, boiled or fried.

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