When I think of male genital piercings, my mind often goes to a dreadful place—a place of Cosmo horror stories and sky-high gynecologist bills. It drifts to that scene in The Sweetest Thing, in which it took an entire emergency response unit, a handful of neighbors and their grandmothers, and an impromptu rendition of I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing (“Singing relaxes your throat!”) to detach Selma Blair’s mouth from her partner’s bedazzled member. Yep, genital piercing has gotten a lot of bad PR over the years…

I don’t blame the majority of you for voting against hole-punching your happy place for the sake of good sex. There is pain and risk involved, and when you can much more easily read a Kama Sutra guide or buy a quality bottle of warming lube, why subject yourself to that?

But what if you met a guy who just happened to be pierced? Would it be worth a trial-romp, just to see how it feels? I say: Definitely yes…

Photo: Christine’s Joie de Vivre

From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Spring Season (CHAPTER 13: ORAL FIXATION)

I’m shuffling around the kitchen and hear my phone faintly ringing. It’s probably in the purse I took with me to last night’s lesbian affair. I rummage around… Receipts—evidence I tipped way too much again; Cliff Bar wrapper—me craving a snack but wanting to be healthy; leftover Trojan—I wonder if double-wrapping Ben would make him less sensitive…I unearth my phone.

“I’m tremendously hungover; do you have coffee?” It’s Ireland.

“What happened to you last night?” I inquire, pouring myself a cup from my just-brewed pot.

After my smoke on the patio, I went back upstairs to find that Ireland had disappeared.

“I totally got conned by that psycho, Nisha.”…

Things often happen during inopportune moments. Like your computer crashing when you’re traveling; and my dream of waking up late, working out, lounging by the pool, and shopping crashing with it. Instead I’ve spent two days dealing with the loss of my electronic life companion, salesmen only out to convince me my old computer is not worth saving, and the sincere tekkie in the back telling me I may as well move on because everything these days is built cheap and disposable.

It’s hard to disagree. Everyone seems to want faster, bigger, prettier, and with the latest features. It seems more complicated to fix, and easier to throw away. And I’m starting to think this doesn’t just apply to electronics… Are men becoming as disposable as computers?

p.s two and a half weeks later, my Brazilian is still holding strong. I’m impressed:)

p.p.s toronto is awesome!