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So, this is a weird one. A guy in Colorado opens a motel in the late 60's with the intent of spying on people's sex lives through faux vents, and he does it successfully for decades and never gets caught. He keeps a journal of things he sees over the years:
He justifies his voyeurism by claiming that he was doing some sort of study of private human behavior. His peeping-tom actions began when he was a young teenage boy who would spy on his own aunt undressing through her window. Here's an excerpt from his journal on one of his viewings in his motel:
He also tells a story of watching a guest wipe his mouth with the bedsheets while eating fried chicken and how he almost blew his cover by saying, "You son of a bitch," and the guest looking around for the voice. He tells many non-sexual related stories, usually about guests being assholes, and goes into depth about his take on human morality through the shady things that he has witnessed.
But the one that shocked me the most is how he once witnessed a murder, and then never told the police the details of the crime because it would have outed him (he refers to himself in third person as the voyeur):
One of the housekeepers finds the girl dead the next morning.
The article is rather long, and I've only touched on a few highlights, so if you have extra time to invest, I suggest you give the whole thing a read. It's as interesting as it is disturbing. There's some messed up people out there.
So if you stayed at the Manor House Motel in Aurora, CO some time between the late 60's and the early 90's, then this dude has seen your ass.
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/04/11/gay-talese-the-voyeurs-motel
He justifies his voyeurism by claiming that he was doing some sort of study of private human behavior. His peeping-tom actions began when he was a young teenage boy who would spy on his own aunt undressing through her window. Here's an excerpt from his journal on one of his viewings in his motel:
He also tells a story of watching a guest wipe his mouth with the bedsheets while eating fried chicken and how he almost blew his cover by saying, "You son of a bitch," and the guest looking around for the voice. He tells many non-sexual related stories, usually about guests being assholes, and goes into depth about his take on human morality through the shady things that he has witnessed.
But the one that shocked me the most is how he once witnessed a murder, and then never told the police the details of the crime because it would have outed him (he refers to himself in third person as the voyeur):
One of the housekeepers finds the girl dead the next morning.
The article is rather long, and I've only touched on a few highlights, so if you have extra time to invest, I suggest you give the whole thing a read. It's as interesting as it is disturbing. There's some messed up people out there.
So if you stayed at the Manor House Motel in Aurora, CO some time between the late 60's and the early 90's, then this dude has seen your ass.
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/04/11/gay-talese-the-voyeurs-motel
