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Close enough - Shreveport, Louisiana. This Y was where all the judges and prosecutors (and the defense attorneys as well, of course) from the courthouse hung out. I kinda wish I hadn't told this story because now I can't those locker room images out of my head. So much overfed, droopy white flesh covered in gray hair.
My favorite thing about this Y was that they still had a bunch of those motorized fat-shaker belts from the 1930s or whenever on the top floor - and this wasn't even quite 20 years ago.
Ha! It was kinda the same for pcola except all the bureaucrats in Pensacola had to share the Y with the uptown gays until they built a new one downtown. Lots of wild stories from that place, including shower room assaults.
So, I was friends with a lot of the gay community in Shreveport. Let's just say that I don't think the fat old white racist servants of the justice system in Louisiana had any problem sharing the Y with the gays. I was strongly advised to avoid the steam room there.
Oh yeah kinda why I mentioned it. I know a dude that took great pleasure in visiting that Y and literally moved shortly after the downtown Y was built 😂