Public Masterbator: Party of two.

I have this little pet peeve. I hate public affection. I don't have a problem with snuggles, or hugging, or even sitting on one another. I actually love that. Seeing two people feel comfortable and loved. It's the sexual groping that I find so low class. It's not even low class, it's more lizard brain then destitute. It's the seeing two neanderthals pawing at each other with their dirty fingernails. It's the same vibe as being head to toe in some high end brand (clearly a knock-off) (or at least I hope it is. It's probably not. You're probably some chump that throws all your money on china made overpriced garbage). You have big hoop earrings or at least loud jewelry that makes noise whenever you move. It's playing music loudly in a public arena. It's the guy talking loudly into his phone so that fellow pedestrians can know the full extent of how good he fucked last night. It's the long plastic fingernails that are way too preoccupied with itself. Maybe you don't care. Drugged out prostitutes. You bring your little untrained dogs to public events because you can't be alone with yourself. You only care about yourself. You talk shit on society, but don't actually contribute. Your lizard brain only able to mime sex in public. 

I used to think that it was the man at fault. The perpetrator, but they are both pigs. Pigs enjoying rolling around mahogany excrement thoroughly impressed with their own pleasure. 

Maybe it's not that you don't care, maybe you enjoy it. A public masterbator: party of two. You desperately want people to know you had a fulfilling sex life. Are other aspects so lacking that how fulfilling your genitals are is your trademark to the world?