Unrestrained depravity of women in Soviet times

Some people, even the majority, think that the decline in morals occurred after Perestroika, in new, capitalist times. It's not like that at all. Precisely in Soviet times, unimaginable depravity reigned. Women engaged in promiscuity very easily, out of lust, without pursuing any benefit. They laughed at the fact that somewhere in foreign countries there is prostitution. If any woman in the USSR asked for a fee for sex, she would be ridiculed.

Loudly and provocatively laughing girls emerged from everywhere. Their laughter intensified if guys, men, were in sight. I remember how I once walked with two friends, and on the other side a group of girls was moving. So one yelled across the road: “I want to fuck! Fuck me!”

But it was worse than that. In our Suburb there were many military units, barracks. Soldiers told me that every evening girls (for exemple students of a local institute) were crowding around the checkpoint or behind the fence with a bottle of wine in a shopping bag. Well, it was somehow embarassing to pay with money, so they brought drinks. “Here, take a bottle, just fuck me” - that's what it was supposed to mean.

Soviet soldiers were happy to get bottles of wine.

In general, this phenomenon is so strange and not found in any other civilization that I still cannot find an explanation for it.

Young women of a slightly higher social status on certain days went to higher military schools. On such "reception days" one could see a long procession of overdressed and heavily perfumed young women heading there. They went there to get to know servicemen with the eventual prospect of getting married(those young women did not know that the Soviet regime would fall soon and army service would lose its prestige and, most importantly, good salaries).

At work, especially during various parties and drinking gatherings, women actively molested men, literally got into their pants. I remember how one of our employees suddenly approached me. She was ten years older than me (she had a husband), and said: “Well, I’m at home alone today, so let’s go to my place. Well, don't you understand? I need help hanging the curtains".

They pestered men on the streets, stared into their eyes. It wasn't hard for a man or a young guy to find someone to fuck. They would say in those days - "let's go out to find whores." And I myself more than once witnessed how they went out, quickly got to know a girl and brought her home.

Once there was such a case. My friends and I were returning home in broad daylight, we walked past a house under construction, in which construction battalion, mainly Tajiks  worked. They lived there at the same time. Suddenly Tajiks come up to us. And they start to chat us up as if we were girls. My friends refused, but I agreed to meet with one in the evening. As I remember now, his name was Tavakan. I came in the evening, it was already dark, I met this Tavakan, and he apologizes and explains with embarrassment that a girl, a student of the institute, appeared shortly before our date and invited him to the park to fuck. Just like that, very simply, she came to the soldiers to have a casual fuck with someone. That bitch took the Tajik from me! And he was good - tall, slender, with a mustache.

Immediately after the onset of capitalism in Russia, after Perestroika, something changed dramatically in this regard. Now women are hard to pick up on the streets, in public places. Gone is the stupid chat-up line “girl, are you in a hurry?” Now everything is different.

 

My first steps. Russia, Leningrad

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Railway Station in Leiningrad, Saint-Petersburg

In the autumn of 1967, kind people showed me where gays gather in Leningrad. Actually, in those days the word "gay" was unknown, they used the word "faggot". But at that time it was just a swear word, and this swear word, as a rule, was not linked to sexual orientation. Rare people (apparently those who have been in prison) knew its true meaning. Among gays, they usually said “like that” (“he is like that”) or “ours” (“he is of our kind”).

I was looking for cruising places in Leningrad, and I was sure that they were somewhere, but I couldn't find them. I thought it was just some secret place under a street clock or by the fountain at the corner of such and such street. It never crossed my mind that homosexuals have public toilets as their base, that there was their favorite habitat, that this is exactly where people piss and shit and where you can see dick.

In 1965-66, I often went to railway stations - I heard from someone that "people like that" gather at railway stations. I hung about in the waiting rooms, but never went into the toilets. What for, I thought?

True, once in the waiting room of the Baltic railway station (there was a restaurant nearby), an old “faggot” stuck to me. He told me, flashing his golden teeth: “Oh, you want to go to a restaurant, but no money, no money…” I was delighted with this encounter. At last, I thought! I will get to know him, maybe through him I will be able to meet more interesting people. I told him, let's go to my house in the suburbs. Oh, - he answered, - how can I go there, what if your hooligan friends attack me and beat me up there? No, nobody will attack or beat you, - I begged him, - let's go!

Of course, he didn't go.

Well, in the fall of 1967, I was lucky and I met a kind gay, a young dyed blonde queen, you can see from a mile away who he was. At first he wanted to do something with me, but very soon felt that I would not give him what he wanted, and he decided to take me on a tour of all the places in Leningrad where “such people” gathered. By the way, for a very long time, homosexual appearance, mannerisms, and peculiarities of speech were not noticed by ordinary common people. It was believed that these were simply “trendy guys”.

 Well, we arrived at Nevsky Prospekt, the main street of the city. First we went to the café (I don't remember what it was called) but among the regulars it came to be known as “Saigon”. Allegedly, such people gathered there.

By the way, this "Saigon" existed for many years and went down in history as a meeting place for various underground artists, musicians and dissidents. This crowd did not react to our circle of gay people, just as if we were not there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Leningrad, cafe "Saigon", long ago.