The Hot Seat

There's an internet cafe on Yonge St, just a bit north of Dundas, a bit south of Gould. On my way to dinner last night, I was strolling past when something in their window caught my eye.

Well, "somethings". Somethings thrusting, graphically. Pornographically.

There's a terminal at this particular cafe that is right up against the window. So that whatever whoever is at that terminal is looking at, anyone walking past is looking at it too. And last night, the person at that terminal was streaming some online hardcore porn.

And boy howdy were people looking. Walking past on a crowded evening, you could hear every second person get a few paces past the window and suddenly realize what they'd just seen. A little gasp followed by a "did you just see what I just saw?"

So if you have that prominent window seat, and you are using it to catch up on yer porn, who are you? Here's what I've got so far:

1) You are just that comfortable with your porn.
2) Other people watching you watching your porn is what floats your boat (and by boat I mean the boat that is located in your pants).
3) You're from out of town, and you went in to check your email and then realized you couldn't last another damn day.
4) Your experiences with Bell or Rogers on your home account were so bad, that this is a better option.

Other theories?

Photographs at top from contributors to the blogTO photo pool. At left from kbdesign, at right, an excerpt from Andre Vautour's Zanzibar photo.