So I'm in a lesbian bar eating mint brownies and drinking horrible coffee, and these two teenagers - young teenagers - both walk in. They're both male, and they sit on the same side of the booth about ten feet from me. And they feed each other and one kisses the other on the forehead, and they have a sincerely romantic evening: whispering and cuddling and all that. And watching it made me happy. I told my friend about that and she swore my pleasure was voyeuristic. Which lead into a big semantic debate about voyeurism that remains yet unresolved.
Presuming that I derived neither erotic nor vicarous romantic satisfaction from it, isn't it more akin to nosiness than voyeurism? And is it even nosy?
― The Second Drummer Drowned (Atila the Honeybun), Friday, 20 February 2004 03:58 (twenty-two years ago)