I'm gonna share a story (against my better judgement) simply because the general forum has been going to hell recently and it could use to lighten up, either that or I am slamming it in over-drive and pushing it to armageddon that much quicker.
I'll leave out the specifics simply because nodoby cares, but I had to call the doctors office and explain some "symptoms" I was having and when they called back they said the doctor wanted to see me right away and was I should be prepared for a rectal exam.
I am a bit naive somtimes and just never really thought about what this might consist of, really, just never put much thought to it. Went to the doctors, put on the oh so attractive "examination gown" and waited for the doc. He comes in and asks some questions and tells me to lay on my left side. Still thinking the "examination" would just be a quick look around I still wasn't concerned.
Then I heard the latex glove go on and the unmistakable "pthhtp" of a tube of KY Jelly being squeezed. My head snapped up like a cat's does when you start the electric can opener and ALL AT ONCE I knew exactly what a rectal exam consisted of. :scared
It was too late now though, no time to reconsider the necessity of the exam, I had to bite the bullet and let him go where no man had gone before. :cursin:
Now I know this is a medical precedure and it happens every day, BUT NOT TO ME. There is just nothing more de-hehumanizing than this, nothing. This is pretty routine to the doctor as he is trying to carry on a conversation about the upcoming SuperBowl while he's three knuckles deep in my asshole, SORRY IF I AM PREOCCUPIED.
This is so routine to him that at one point he has his finger burried in my ass and a sandwich from his lunch in the other hand, at one point I think he switched hands :scared
"Little pressure" BULLSHIT!
Now I know this "exam" doesn't make me gay, but what has me scared is when I came home I had this nearly uncontrollable urge to get hold of Jack and ask him for Marine's e-mail address!
Does THIS make me gay?
I'll leave out the specifics simply because nodoby cares, but I had to call the doctors office and explain some "symptoms" I was having and when they called back they said the doctor wanted to see me right away and was I should be prepared for a rectal exam.
I am a bit naive somtimes and just never really thought about what this might consist of, really, just never put much thought to it. Went to the doctors, put on the oh so attractive "examination gown" and waited for the doc. He comes in and asks some questions and tells me to lay on my left side. Still thinking the "examination" would just be a quick look around I still wasn't concerned.
Then I heard the latex glove go on and the unmistakable "pthhtp" of a tube of KY Jelly being squeezed. My head snapped up like a cat's does when you start the electric can opener and ALL AT ONCE I knew exactly what a rectal exam consisted of. :scared
It was too late now though, no time to reconsider the necessity of the exam, I had to bite the bullet and let him go where no man had gone before. :cursin:
Now I know this is a medical precedure and it happens every day, BUT NOT TO ME. There is just nothing more de-hehumanizing than this, nothing. This is pretty routine to the doctor as he is trying to carry on a conversation about the upcoming SuperBowl while he's three knuckles deep in my asshole, SORRY IF I AM PREOCCUPIED.
This is so routine to him that at one point he has his finger burried in my ass and a sandwich from his lunch in the other hand, at one point I think he switched hands :scared
"Little pressure" BULLSHIT!
Now I know this "exam" doesn't make me gay, but what has me scared is when I came home I had this nearly uncontrollable urge to get hold of Jack and ask him for Marine's e-mail address!
Does THIS make me gay?
CAN YOU POST THE SYMPTOMS :scared THE ONE I GOT NOW IS PRETTY HOT :mj14:
