A few weeks ago at The Stranger‘s offices, we noticed something shocking out the window: people having sex.
It was two people, and they were in the newly built apartment building across the street. Given the angle and the lighting, we could only see their midsections, but one of them was bent over, and the other one was standing behind the bent over person, and the standing person was going at it. Some editorial staffers guessed it was a straight couple (we had all rushed to the window to get a better look), some of us guessed a nonbinary couple, some of us guessed two women, and some of us guessed two men. The only thing that was immediately clear was that, on a gray day in the middle of winter in one of the saddest periods of US political history, these two people were enjoying the hell out of each other’s bodies.
