Gay men cruising parks isn't just for Connecticut suburbs anymore. Now these anon-a-fudge packers are taking over the softball fields of New York's outer boroughs (that is, Manhattan is still safe!).

And because it's the New York Times telling the story, you can bet your Hurricane Katrina relief penny jar on this phenomenon being entirely new, or at the very least, decently recent. You know, or not.

Manhattan may have its gay bars and such traditional pickup spots as the woods of the Ramble in Central Park and the piers of the West Village. But in the less-accepting climate of the suburbs and the boroughs outside Manhattan, gay men often resort to courting one another from the relative safety and privacy of their cars. They troll remote parking lots that become de facto pickup spots well known in gay circles but not to the general public.

You see, we thought surely by now that "gay circles" were the general public. Shit, we're going to have to rethink our entire Queerty mission statement. If only we had one.