Window Fucking

Dear Guest,


As a reminder, please be aware of the transparency of our guest room windows and that activity in your room, when the curtains are open, may be visible from the outside.  We appreciate your consideration of the patrons of the public park and surrounding neighborhood below.


Have a wonderful stay and do not hesitate to contact me should you have any queries.


Best,


General Manager


This was the letter on top of the Room Service menu at the Standard Hotel, when Vice and I stayed there.  The hotel played a prominent role in the movie Shame, with Michael Fassbender's character watching a couple fuck in the Standard's windows and then later switching from voyeur to exhibitionist as he fucked a woman up against a similar window.

This was playing on my mind when I visited Las Vegas and stayed in the Vdara Hotel.

Notice a theme?

Pricey hotels that play to your inner exhibitionist.  For the price of a room, you too can press her up against the glass and fuck for an audience that only needs to look up and observe.

We love to watch.

We love to display.

Maybe it is that overarching desire to connect, to get outside of oneself and join the throng while remaining at your most intimate and passionate.

Sex can be the time you feel most alive, the most connected and when the world makes the most sense.  Exhibitionism supplements the connection by bringing in the viewer into the mix.  It is the power of the stripper.  It is the power of the theater.  It is the power of the written word.  The mind or body projected out to other minds.  The observer can partially confirm the subjective experience of the observed.  Arousal begets arousal.  Pain begets pain.  Grief begets grief.

So our lives are metaphorically spent desperately fucking up against high rise windows, just hoping that someone will look up, spy us fucking and feel -- something.