Public Masturbation: Why Didn't Anybody Complain?

I live at 3801 Connecticut Avenue in Washington, D.C.  In the year 2001 Clark Construction Company was engaged in the construction of an apartment building directly across from my apartment building.  The building under construction is located at 3883 Connecticut Avenue.  In the early fall of 2001, construction workers were working on a level of the building directly across from my apartment window.  For several weeks I used to strip buck naked in the morning and masturbate while lying on the floor of my apartment.  From their vantage point the construction workers could watch my activity.  My public masturbation was disruptive to the construction crew and attracted the notice of individuals I assumed to be Clark Construction Company supervisors.  A crowd of construction workers used to gather every morning to watch the show; they used to engage in a lot of hooting and hollering.

At that time the manager of my apartment building was David Castleberry.  I find it hard to believe that Clark Construction Company did not complain to David Castleberry about my activity.  David Castleberry never said anything to me about my public masturbation.  I told my then treating psychologist Nancy Shaffer, Ph.D. at the D.C. Department of Mental Health about my activity.  I explained to Dr. Shaffer that I was expressing my contempt for the construction work.  There used to be a park directly across from my apartment; I had a beautiful view.  On some days I watched the deer migrating across the park.  In December 2000 Clark Construction leveled all the trees, preparing the construction site.

Incidentally, I never ejaculated in front of the construction workers. That would have been a little queer.

At that time I was keeping a diary of my daily activities and recorded the following about my public masturbation.

9-28-01 I think Dennis Race should take a cue from President Ford. In 1974 Ford concluded that it was simply more practical to pardon President Nixon, than to let things drag on indefinitely -- with prosecutions and so forth. That's what DMR needs to be thinking -- Is it better to have a loose cannon out there -- or bring him back (pardon him, if you will) where we're in a position to control him. So, anyway "Clark [Construction Company]" says to me -- "Where do you do it?" I say: "On the floor." Clark says: "When?' I say: "7:00, 7:30. Mornings." Clark says -- "Ever do it later in the day?" I say: "Fuck NO -- What do you think I am? -- Some kind of PERVERT? In the middle of the day??"

[Refers to my masturbating in front of the construction workers employed by Clark Construction Company. Note the association to "loose cannon," a phallic projectile object; the phrase "loose" cannon suggests "out-of-control" sexuality.])