Cunningham Park: The Humpspot



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A Queens parking lot in that leafy recreational institution is the hot new "humpspot," according to that lascivious Old Gray Lady, who likes -- every now and again -- to hip us to what's really going down (All puns, obviously, are intended). According to the NYTimes:

"Almost any time from noon till 9 p.m., when the lot is officially closed, the scene is the same. The narrow section has two long rows of parking spaces into which the men back their cars, forming two rows of cars facing each other with a thoroughfare between them.

"Each newcomer trolls this thoroughfare with all eyes upon him and surveys the other men in cars, who may either perk up and look interested or shut the window and look away. Then with a dramatic swoop, the driver will back his car next to the car of the man he is pursuing."

Is the phrasing "dramatic" and "swoop" really necessary? We have never known a gay man to dramatically swoop en route to puncing on a tasty morsel of beefcheeks; a brisk Arabesque, perhaps, but never, never the dramatic swoop. The Old Broad continues:

"It all has the deliberate positioning, shifting and movement of a chess game. The parking lot is a fishbowl and the action unfolds like a soap opera each day. Some longtime lot regulars who are openly gay enjoy gathering to observe and narrate the forays and entreaties as they occur."

We're sure the meta-narration is positively citric and scrumptiously witty. More here.