by Girl 1975
So Balch is home to female-identified Cornell freshmen now, or should I say, freshpeople. When I was there, we were cis-gender and non-binary too, but we called ourselves girls. It was 1975.
And imagine our surprise that night long ago when every time a girl pulled back the curtain on a shower stall, a naked guy was standing there in his all together, doing his thing.
Creepy yeah, and no one called the police.
Till he showed up in the living room where I was studying by myself at 2am, and I noticed him standing in front of the picture window across the room from me, doing his thing. Naked as a baby. And clearly a guy.
Though maybe he was non-binary, I’m not sure.
I screamed, “Get outa here!” and called Security, who then called the cops. Who called me down to the station the next week to identify a photo of a townie they suspected was the Balch creep.
But the person in their black and white photo was fully clothed, had short hair (my guy had long), with pimply skin (my guy had perfectly white skin, pink skin in fact, or so I recalled, having not watched his show for long, obviously).
So I couldn’t identify him for certain.
I was a freshman girl in an all girls dorm. Naive. Hadn’t seen a naked person doing his thing for strangers before.
Oh, those good ole days. When a naked guy could invade the girl’s dorm, perform live and still shock us all.