I’m 34. I don’t think I need to schedule one yet, I’m not particularly high risk family history-wise. But I’m worried about scheduling it when the time comes.
That doctor gonna know I’m a bottom, and that’s gonna be embarrassing.
I’m imagining it like some sort of vaudeville slapstick skit, wherein the doctor just keeps pulling things out, starting like dice and a neckerchief, and ending with an entire clown car full of clowns
I’m 34. I don’t think I need to schedule one yet, I’m not particularly high risk family history-wise. But I’m worried about scheduling it when the time comes.
That doctor gonna know I’m a bottom, and that’s gonna be embarrassing.
“Damn, my finger slid right in, what are you, some kind of little butt slut” - your doctor, probably
I’m imagining it like some sort of vaudeville slapstick skit, wherein the doctor just keeps pulling things out, starting like dice and a neckerchief, and ending with an entire clown car full of clowns
If your doctor manages that, you are definitely ending up as the subject of a paper in a prestigious journal.
But the question then becomes…how many clowns have you let inside you?
Most of the dudes I’ve let inside me have been clowns