Articles Queer Voices Last night I was returning home late from office. I wanted someone I could hold and kiss. My bike took me to my regular cruising spot, near a public loo.
I parked the bike away from the loo. X — 18 years, slim, rough-looking, simple — my type! And he was looking at me. I took him to a dark corner and kissed him on the neck behind his ear. What were you doing here? What are your names? One policeman took Mr. X to a corner and the other one tried his best to intimidate me, checking my pockets maybe he expected to find condoms , asking me where I lived.
Why the hell did Mr. X tell them all this? Is he stupid or what? I agree that I kissed him, but it was only on his neck.
I had no intentions of fucking him or getting fucked. We were just kissing. We had no plans of doing the activities that come under So the bargaining started. You can give us and go. Do you understand how grave your offense is? I know that lip-kiss in public is not allowed, but kiss-on-the-cheek is allowed, right?
Then what about kiss-on-neck? I was not sure. The haggling went on. X was taken to another corner by his policeman. The one with me started checking my bag. But my wallet was in the bag. I was frightened they will find the wallet and see that I have around 10 thousand. They went through my books, deodorant, hair-fixer, medicines etc.
By now, I started getting bored. I wondered how it would feel to go to their bade-sahab? I will get an opportunity to learn how police stuff works out for people who are caught for public indecency.
But what if they keep me in lockup? Also I will be outed to all relatives and co-workers with zero effort! For a few seconds, I really wanted them to arrest me! I made a sad face and told them I have no friends around who can come and give me money. And that is all I have right now. Finally they got convinced of my poverty. I secretly pulled out two rupee notes from my bag without showing the wallet.
Handed them the precious notes, turned around and left. No sorry, no thank you. Where is the other guy? These two must be his friends. He was just 18 and had panicked so much. I reached home, silently had food with family, told the story to close friends over chat. I got all sorts of reactions — sympathy, shock, laughter and advice.
There were also some doubts- Could Mr. X be involved with the policemen? Was reel life replicating itself in real life? Their modus operandi involves interrogating the guy you were with, making you feel guilty for both of you.
Was it all a scam? I am sure this incident is very small compared to what other people have to face. The reason I wrote this article was to remind people about the risks of cruising. Thank you very much.