JUNE, 1993
We awoke in the morning and had sleepy sex.
"Would it make you uncomfortable if I got my dick pierced?" He asked afterwards with an embarassed, slightly impish grin.
"Yes," I said.
"Why? It shouldn't." He said.
"Well, several reasons. One, it's pointless -- your body isn't a pincushion. Second, there's all sorts of safe sex questions..."
"Oh, you needn't worry about
that," he interrupted, "I've done a lot of talking to the guy who does the
piercings at The Crypt and have done a lot of research, there's nothing to worry
about."
"Rob," I said, "they've run three back to back articles about jewelry ripping condoms in The Advocate."
"Well, it'll be smooth."
"Well, you asked me if it would bother me and the answer is 'Yes'."
"Well, it shouldn't bother you."
"Plus, it'll hurt you to get one."
"Oh no, it doesn't hurt at all."
"It's your dick, Rob, it's going to hurt."
The next week Rob was supposed to march with us in the Seattle Pride Parade, he didn't because he was in too much pain. He showed up at a pot luck later that day and left shortly after I laughed at him and how pained he was. I suppose that wasn't very nice of me.
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