I went to go get my physical this morning. It was time; I hadn’t seen my doctor since I was 19. As I sat waiting for him to enter the examination room, I noticed a tube of KY Jelly, which I thought was odd, since there didn’t seem to be any ob-gyn equipment in the room. Then it dawned on me. The man fear hit simultaneously to a tight clenching of my buttcheeks.
Thankfully, the fear was unwarranted. However, soon I will join the ranks of the “checked,” forever leaving my safety blanket of youth for one of regular prostrate screenings and gloved fingers, without so much as a hug for afterwards.
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