Hyde Park



(Warning: This post is not suitable for children or the easily offended.)

I arrived at Hyde Park much later than I had planned due to what I’m now calling ‘The Fiasco’. Night was closing in fast and I had to make a decision as to whether or not to skip it. I decided to not let my travel hiccup ruin my day and (stupidly perhaps) brave it. Rotten Row is now marked by a sidewalk running parallel to the main road, outside of small inner gardens decoratively fenced. The first of those gardens is where I became a bit nervous. After smelling a few beautiful roses, I noticed two men circling the garden separately and slowly. Very slowly. I quickly exited and returned to the sidewalk. I moved my alarm – post on that coming soon – from my bag to my hand. A bit further, I tried the next garden. It was nearly too dark to see much at this point but there was an abundance of summer sweet smelling honeysuckle. I love honeysuckle, it’s so relaxing. In this garden I noticed a man standing off to the side by the entrance looking at me. This was the first time I was actually nervous on my trip. I stared back and he moved behind some tall foliage where I couldn’t see him. This made me very nervous. As I’m making the quick decision to make a run for the entrance, try to find another way out, or start screaming my head off for help; three more men come from the opposite side. They are still between me and my exit, circling this garden just as the ones before them had done. It was the two who were the closest that got my attention. They were walking in step together but about 18 inches apart and to the side from one another, the one in front trying to surreptitiously glance around and the one behind rapidly eyeing the one in front. The third man who was in a separate circle seemed to be searching for the man who disappeared into the foliage but still glancing nervously at me as if he had been caught. That’s when it hit me, always trust your instincts ladies, none of these men were looking to harm me they were trolling for each other. Thankfully, I wasn’t in any danger from men trolling for other men but I just don’t get it.

Why?? Why were they trolling in the park? In the internet age, in a city with thousands of hotel rooms, why the hell were they in a public park?!? Rotten Row’s history is salacious enough, it doesn’t need your help. Parks are for the public, for enjoying the outdoors, for strolling – not trolling – couples, for families. At least those looking to join the mile high club, do so in the bathroom disgusting as that may be. If you have some sort of sex-in-public fetish, get a YouTube channel. I’ve been hearing about men having sex in parks for 25 years. I don’t understand what the fascination is with parks. Go somewhere private and let the rest of us enjoy the scenery.

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