We talked to one of them in order to get some insight, but agreed to protect his identity in the process.
Posted on 08/29/2013 9:21:01 PM PDT by kevcol
OKLAHOMA CITY -
Ten men are arrested after another undercover sex sting near Lake Hefner. A couple of the men arrested are "repeat offenders."
You might wonder why any of the men arrested would ever take a chance coming back out to Hobie Point, but they do. We talked to one of them in order to get some insight, but agreed to protect his identity in the process.
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Many parents are concerned that this kind of adult activity is happening so close to where their children come to play.
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Freaky lookin inbreds.
Question:
“Any these guys good with a banjo or pig squeeling?”
I don’t want “insight” I want them dead.
I lived in SF, and I was down near Ocean Beach (which kinda sux and is usually mostly deserted).
I caught sight of a bunker-like public restroom, festooned in ugly graffitti. All over this restroom were scary signs, “No Loitering..!” “This premises patrolled regularly by SFPD..!”
Maybe a dozen other, similar signs all over it —truly amazing. I’d never seen such a place and wondered with such strident warnings who in their right mind would think of doing anything remotely suspicious there.
I had to use the restroom, and I entered the foreboding, bunker-like beach bathroom:
My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw to my shock through the gloom that there was a naked guy in there, just standing in the doorless stall, peering at me as I walked in.
**THAT** IS SAN FRANCISCO.
These people are sick, and you CANNOT deter them.
There are probably normal gay people, but there is a gay contingent from whom you really can see that their brand of sex is just one part of some type of much deeper problem.
I don’t know if it’s spiritual, or psychological, or whatever, but you can see that something is WRONG.
Lake Hefner? Something tells me these guys don’t like women.
Facial hair seems over represented among these guys.
Ah yes San Fran stories...
My wife and I were walking around one night there, she had to use a restroom so we ducked in to the nearest bar.
Within moments I noticed something weird about the all male patrons then heard her scream coming out of the bathroom. She whizzed by grabbing my arm and we both hastened out the door.
Once outside she said there were 2 men in the women’s bathroom doing gross things. We laughed it off and then both wondered how we could have known it was a gay bar.
Looking at the front of the place there was a nice looking wooden sign with a beautifully carved white bird in the center of a round sign.
We wouldn’t have understood the words until we had already had our experience.
The place was called “The White Swallow”
There was a place on Santa Monica Blvd. called “The Man Hole”...
In Toronto, when you’re out with your family for a stroll along the boardwalks or bike paths you’ll occasionally see mysterious PC signs saying “illegal activities prohibited.” That’s a sure sign of a gay cruising area. I learned this the hard way, and much eye bleach was necessary.
Why can’t they just meet up at home?
On a whim I did a search
So what do you think is going on in this place?
It’s posing as a camp ground
http://www.friendlybeaver.com/
you don't see lesbians do this....you don't see hetero's do this...
they talked to either the 2nd or 4th guy in the top row, probably 4th guy.
“normal gay people” is an oxymoron.
Homosexuality is a mental illness in both men and women who practice it.
SF is the new Sodom and Ghommorah.
Maybe. It’s been some 30 years since I drove past the place. I remember the name and that there were a couple leather and chain clad fellows wearing elbow length rubber gloves standing out front.
I didn’t stick around...
About fifteen years ago, after driving several hundred miles from the Chicago area to my home in western Wisconsin, I had to desperately make a pit stop at one of the wayside rest areas along the Mississippi. I jumped out of my car, sped into the rest area, and was "treated" to the sight of an old man on his knees giving a younger man a bj.
As soon as I made my appearance, the younger male quickly zipped up his pants, raced over to his pickup truck, and tore off down the highway. The old man slunk back into one of the stalls. My bladder was bursting, and even with the old pervert in the stall next to me, I needed some pressure release. I didn't waste any time myself getting back in my car and vowing to be a lot more careful the next time I used one of the roadside pit stops. You never know who might be lurking in there.
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