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Wow. What with that paper I had to write on the Yale Nude Olympics back in '99, and now with these reports of decadence, my conception of that venerated university is that Everyone At Yale is Naked.

Picture it.

If it helps, Stephen Trask lives in New Haven because his (naked) husband teaches there.

Yale is a naked, naked place.

In that vein, here at this decidedly un-Yale-like university, I just witnessed two young people tangled together on a couch in a shadow-y rest area where I was finishing up reading the last of the first ethnography. At first glance, they merely appeared to be napping together. Upon closer inspection, they were most definitely doing it under their pile of coats. Not intercourse, but certainly they were masturbating one another. It was fascinating and disturbing to witness; the rhythmic jerking movements under the coats, the constant shifting, the way the boy's head kept peeping nervously over the top of the pile. At one point, the girl turned her head and gave me a sly smile, with eye contact. They knew I saw.

People and their sex, I tell ya.

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