Ok, it should count for something that I feel marginally guilty posting this picture.
I have the teensiest smattering of ‘voyeur’ in me. Which isn’t helped when I live in an apartment building that faces another apartment building.
Before you get all ‘high and mighty’ on me, I look at it this way. If you don’t want anyone to watch you goin all Alanis Morrisette in your living room– lower the blinds. By leaving them up, you send out a tacit invitation to take a peek.
For the record: my living room blinds are up, and my bedroom blinds are down.
The building across the street is odd in that the floors do not match up with the floors in my building. I either look up into the apartments or down into them. The “down” apartments offer nothing of interest to me and my binoculars.
The “up” apartments offered this last night:
I know you can’t see him very well. It was dark and I had to try to catch him as he moved about. He was shirtless most of the evening, doing what appeared to be laundry. I couldn’t tell if he was bottomless too.
I am enjoying the fact that my new camera’s zoom lens and iso 3200 capability allows me to spy from the comforts of my squashy chair.
Damn those windows for not being lower…
My friend’s apartment used to face the opposing building too. I would just sit there… waiting… Then finally, one day, there he was… naked Asian boy. I saw no frontal, only a rear view. I felt no guilt and neither should you, dammit.
Lets just hope you don’t witness him murdering someone!
And you dare to call ME pervy???
Geez, what a pervert! My kind of guy…
Hey, enjoying that view beats 99% of the shite on TV; I’d certainly be watching. Is that as close as your camera can zoom? We can always hope a hottie moves into one of the “down” apartments…and that you’d continue to share with us.
You’re not a pervert until you’ve held a drinking glass up to the wall to listen to the neighbors.
Dude, be careful! Or at least make sure you blur the face and remove identifying things. It’s just that someone could really freak out if they saw their personal life online without consent.
Still, it’s nice to have a view 🙂
When I was in college, my roommate and I used to look out our window into an apartment across the street and a floor or two down. There was a hot guy in there who, every Saturday night, spread the early edition of the New York Times around himself and whacked off.
Hey, isn’t blogging supposed to be about you exposing yourself to us? Uh-humm… we’re waiting…
and i LOVE (not the use of the rare capitol letters) the new header graphic… that’s completely what i think of when i think of you. nicely done.
We have gotten used to seeing the people in the buildings across the street conduct their homelives dressed and un. They see us that way as well. After awhile, nobody seems to care. Such is Manhattan.
I can’t hold people responsible for their inabilities when I walk around naked. Kyle knows that.
Look on – city living does have its benefits.
I’m with you! If people don’t want to be seen in their homes they should close the blinds/curtains/shades. Those that don’t are practically inviting spectators, so you should feel no guilt.
Oh you are a sick bastard. I think we could be friends.