I don’t know about illegal, but I had a nightmare situation in 1981 when I wasn’t very mature. I frequented a film series at an art gallery owned by an Ivy League university in Cambridge, MA. I played with myself in the Men’s room every time I went, naively feeling “safe” there. Indeed the stall was closed. Well one night I was just doing it too much(a night attended by several very professional looking Japanese people), and someone saw it(I assumed the Men’s Room was deserted)and called the campus police, who basically maneuvered me out of the auditorium. I was freaking out! “What kind of ignorant redneck pig even cares whether I was masturbating or not if nobody could see it?” I angrily thought. I wondered why the nice intelligent Ivy League people weren’t defending me against these “idiots”. There was a Black man standing outside who I mistook for a janitor I’d seen, and I asked him what was going on. He just said “You were doing something abnormal in there, weren’t you?” My blood boiled. He was refusing to help me because he was an idiot! “You Right Wing Fascist Idiot”, I called him. I asked myself what he was doing there. The Cop yelled that if I didn’t get out he’d call the wagon. I ran down the street angry as hell, kneeled in front of a mailbox, and banged my fists on it. I stayed bitter about this for a while. Then 10 years later when the Pee-Wee Herman thing happened, I realized: That was gross, scary behavior on my part, even if one could only see though the crack in the door! You just don’t walk into an Ivy League university’s property and play with yourself like there’s no tomorrow and think they’ll just shrug it off if they know! I really can’t blame them, and I grew up a lot in 10 years.