Yesterday I went for an ultrasound scan
of my 'waterworks', because of my need to piss
every two hours. I shocked the young woman
who operated the scanner (which is just like
the old roller photo-scanners of the 1990s)
because (in the 30° afternoon temperature,
in this time of pervasive pornography
and genital transplants)
I had no underwear beneath my colourful,
baggy, aerating Nepalese pants.
Thursday 17 August 2023
Persistent Prudery.
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She made no comment on my smell of me rather than chemicals.
What the scanner-operator saw:
http://http://www.irishmegaliths.org.uk/fzBeauregard2.htm
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