So reading this thread, is toilet graffiti really not a thing elsewhere? I live in the UK, and pretty much any bar or club you go to anywhere near a uni city will be full of toilet graffiti of some kind, it's just normal.
Or is it just down to the subject of this graffiti...
Every time I see something like this I'm reminded of a person I knew in Jr high in 1986.. Here is that story from two years ago in my Reddit feed. It gets sadder every time I tell it.
In highschool, I was a skin/punk, this was 1986. There was a kid named Lincoln that was trans and dressed in the Culture club / boy george style of things. He got tons of shit for the Culture club outfit and just stuck it out, but i always felt kinda guilty about what people said about him. I was an Oi skin, not racist but he kinda hung around us because we didnt fuck with him. He was different, we were different. He also smoked weed and so did we, so there was that. Anyway, on the student quad he was being messed with for being "queer" and a square peg. Thing was I had no idea he was gay, or trans, we only saw the fashion choices. Lincoln was also black and we didn't let anyone fuck with him for that because we had other Oi boys who were and we all stood together. So for a year he was around in 9th grade. He hung out with us, smoked pot on the quad and took a bit of ribbing but no one really hurt him because we liked to fight, and enjoyed giving out a good stomping. Before school ended Lincoln disappeared and being idiots we asked the other black member of our little click if they heard from him. His name was Robert Mora, fully Oi and liked Ska and scooters but didn't like Lincoln much, so he took offense. Robert got bent out of shape over it because he didn't want to be associated with someone who was gay. A week later me and Robert got called into the office and asked about Lincoln, I told them the truth. Then his mom and dad came in. His dad was a pro basket ball player and his mom was a model (I grew up in LA) none of this seemed out of the ordinary to me. My mom was an actress and my father was a production designer, so I was just amazed at how tall they both were, his dad had to duck under doors. Lincoln killed himself. I stood there with my shaved head and blue docs while his mother cried her eyes out at me. I didn't know what to say to her, I felt sick and responsible. I tried my best to explain what we were about and that Lincoln hung out with us and we didn't mean to be harsh about his clothes. They thought we had teased and bullied him about being gay or trans or black but when they learned he was one of us in an odd way it changed. Other people told them that Lincoln hung out with us and we weren't "that kind" of skins. We were sharpies not nazis. I did put the finger on the people who had really treated him poorly and I did admit to ribbing him about his clothes. That was the end of it. We graduated 9th grade and went on to highschool but I have felt sick inside ever since. Everytime I hear Culture club I remember that Lincoln had an incredible voice. He actually won the talent show with original material the year he died. Im 50 now, Lincoln died at 15.
55_peters on March 14th, 2023 at 16:53 UTC »
Given how long it would have taken to write that I bet they did a shit rather than a piss
MrEff1618 on March 14th, 2023 at 17:34 UTC »
So reading this thread, is toilet graffiti really not a thing elsewhere? I live in the UK, and pretty much any bar or club you go to anywhere near a uni city will be full of toilet graffiti of some kind, it's just normal.
Or is it just down to the subject of this graffiti...
Chris_Thrush on March 14th, 2023 at 23:55 UTC »
Every time I see something like this I'm reminded of a person I knew in Jr high in 1986.. Here is that story from two years ago in my Reddit feed. It gets sadder every time I tell it.
In highschool, I was a skin/punk, this was 1986. There was a kid named Lincoln that was trans and dressed in the Culture club / boy george style of things. He got tons of shit for the Culture club outfit and just stuck it out, but i always felt kinda guilty about what people said about him. I was an Oi skin, not racist but he kinda hung around us because we didnt fuck with him. He was different, we were different. He also smoked weed and so did we, so there was that. Anyway, on the student quad he was being messed with for being "queer" and a square peg. Thing was I had no idea he was gay, or trans, we only saw the fashion choices. Lincoln was also black and we didn't let anyone fuck with him for that because we had other Oi boys who were and we all stood together. So for a year he was around in 9th grade. He hung out with us, smoked pot on the quad and took a bit of ribbing but no one really hurt him because we liked to fight, and enjoyed giving out a good stomping. Before school ended Lincoln disappeared and being idiots we asked the other black member of our little click if they heard from him. His name was Robert Mora, fully Oi and liked Ska and scooters but didn't like Lincoln much, so he took offense. Robert got bent out of shape over it because he didn't want to be associated with someone who was gay. A week later me and Robert got called into the office and asked about Lincoln, I told them the truth. Then his mom and dad came in. His dad was a pro basket ball player and his mom was a model (I grew up in LA) none of this seemed out of the ordinary to me. My mom was an actress and my father was a production designer, so I was just amazed at how tall they both were, his dad had to duck under doors. Lincoln killed himself. I stood there with my shaved head and blue docs while his mother cried her eyes out at me. I didn't know what to say to her, I felt sick and responsible. I tried my best to explain what we were about and that Lincoln hung out with us and we didn't mean to be harsh about his clothes. They thought we had teased and bullied him about being gay or trans or black but when they learned he was one of us in an odd way it changed. Other people told them that Lincoln hung out with us and we weren't "that kind" of skins. We were sharpies not nazis. I did put the finger on the people who had really treated him poorly and I did admit to ribbing him about his clothes. That was the end of it. We graduated 9th grade and went on to highschool but I have felt sick inside ever since. Everytime I hear Culture club I remember that Lincoln had an incredible voice. He actually won the talent show with original material the year he died. Im 50 now, Lincoln died at 15.