In Defense of the Glory Holes
Why We’re Finally Getting Over Ourselves
Let’s talk about the most unfairly demonised architectural feature in human history. The glory holes.
For decades it’s been treated like some filthy urban legend, whispered about like Bloody Mary in a bathroom mirror. Creating a culture of shame, guilt and secrecy. A whole moral panic wrapped around a hole in a wall. Which, if you think about it, is objectively fucking ridiculous.
Because here’s the truth no one wants to admit out loud: A lot of people have always loved them. Always.
The only thing that’s changed is we’re finally stopping pretending we don’t. I write a lot about glory holes here becauese I find them fascinating.
The Glory Holes on LoveStack
I’ve also written a lot about glory holes over on Substack. A lot. There’s The Hole, The Pleasure Hole (I know, I am so inventive with my naming convention), Blue Eyes at the Glory Hole and the Construction Worker at the Glory Hole. And you know what’s funny? Those posts consistently get some of the best reactions, comments, shares and subscribers. Quiet DMs from people who “never thought they’d admit this but…” You can fill in the blanks.
This isn’t coincidence, it’s that culture is shifting.
We’re in this slow, awkward era where shame is being dragged into the light and forced to explain itself. Why exactly are we meant to feel bad about anonymous pleasure? About curiosity? About wanting something raw and uncomplicated and… human?
Because that’s what the glory hole actually represents. It isn’t sleaze, or meant to be danger and nor does it signal the moral collapse of society.
It represents:
- Trust between strangers
- The stripping away of labels
- Desire without performance
- Sex without the dating app circus
There are no names or any expectations, Instagram profile you’ve got to follow to see more. Just bodies doing what bodies have done forever. What’s most mystifying is that it somehow terrifies people more than cheating, lying, ghosting, or marriages built on resentment. Make it make sense. Please someone, make this make sense to me.
My Fascination with the Glory Holes
What fascinates me isn’t just the act, it’s the psychology, the anonymity, the power dynamics and the surrender. Also, the audacity of wanting something without needing a backstory.
We’re obsessed with “connection” now and instant gratification, so glory holes should dish this up with a side of fries. Instead, we go down deep chats, trauma bonding and three-hour dates that feel like job interviews just to get our dicks sucked. And yet some of the most honest sexual experiences people have come from five minutes on the other side of a wall.
There is no pretending or ego. Just instinct and a good time. That’s why I keep writing about it in my gloryhole archives.
It should not be shocking. Nor should we consider it taboo. Because it’s weirdly… pure. In its own horny little way.
The popularity of this niche is massive. There’s a demand for both straight and gay, male or female and the messages I get prove it. The popularity of my glory hole stories on Substack prove this without a doubt. People who thought it was dirty, that they were alone, that it was shameful, love that someone else writes about it openly and without shame. When my readers see someone else admit it, it opens up the floodgates.
Shame only survives in silence, but stories kill it.
I’ll keep writing these posts, publicly, loudly, letting Google index them and people find them. And I’ll keep writing horny little stories and series for as long as there’s demand. I’ve even written a book, The Hole in the Door and also, The Bathroom Stall. I bet you can guess what those are about.
Judging by the metrics and analysis across the sites where I write, that demand is surging.
And if you’re clutching your pearls right now, relax. No one’s forcing you to participate. But pretending it doesn’t exist won’t make it go away. It’ll just make you boring.
As I’ve said before, if this isn’t your thing, fuck off somewhere else. I don’t come bursting into your church drilling holes in doors so the priests can get a bit of release. I mean that from the bottom of my creative heart pearl clutchers, if you can’t accept this, then go do what you love to do and let others do what makes them happy.