I had one formative voyeur experience in which I was the subject. I'd felt safe showering alone at our high school gym after workout; all the locks worked. But so did the peep holes. Long story short, after several days, a boy's home darkroom discharged the negatives from my unaware modeling shoot. I was really angry when I learned the photos had gone viral, meaning had found their way to several boys' wallets and I was the talk of the class for a while. Turns out I started getting lots more dates so I should've shown some gratitude instead of the evil eyes I shot. [That was wise-speak, circa 1978--the braless years.] The outcome was to find myself inoculated with at least a mild dose of casualness when confronted by voyeurs to come. History was then written mostly by men, and in my case, by boys.
