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I was so pleased to read in Washington City Paper, a publication I regularly turn to for information about breaches of the public moral code, John Cloud’s “The Naked City” (5/9). It sickens me that men, one “naked save a baseball cap,” are free to have uninterrupted sex—sex where “no one says a word”—behind the closed doors of a split-level home that might otherwise be inhabited by a “young couple with kids” or a “group of friends just out of college” from Georgetown.

The idea of a nearly silent place where offensive sounds such as the “squish of hand on flesh” and the bristling of chest hair from overweight, ugly, hirsute older men was so repellent that the only satisfaction I had was knowing that Cloud had duly informed the District authorities, supplying the address for any would-be vigilantes to help cleanse us of this scourge, and that the murders and other violent crimes that cripple this city in which I live are not overshadowed in the media’s eyes by these incredibly shocking spiritual violations of civic order.

Using a homosexual journalist to inform the reader of more degenerate degenerates was a particularly appealing editorial twist. I was pleased that Cloud added references to his own “horniness” and his willingness to engage in extra-relationship sex because of the surroundings. His article clarified for all the destructive effect that such unlicensed, unzoned, “humid and smelly” dens of men having consensual sex, such as the episode where a man had his “legs splayed over his head…[while] [f]ive others are jacking off onto him” can have on our community.

Why are the SWAT teams busting crack houses when we need them here in Adams Morgan?

Dupont Circle