James Hannaham and I decide to meet one rainy Friday afternoon in a polished, low-lit midtown hotel, where the men's bathroom is supposed to be great for cruising. Just off the first-floor lobby, the restroom in question is about the size of a Lower East Side bedroom and has mirrors on all four sides, conspicuously immodest urinals, and a private stall with a sturdy lock. The simple act of washing your hands in this bathroom is voyeuristic—should there be more than one of you in there, anyway. "Seemed like the more modern the design of a men's bathroom," observes Gary Gray, the closeted protagonist of... More >>>