I actually have no idea. I get mine done at Planned Parenthood, so no stirrups (the clinician pulls out a shelf from under the table and I plant my feet on it…works beautifully!), and I’ve only been a handful of times, so I haven’t really established a pattern of behavior yet. I just don’t really think about it.
And for the record, the trip to the gynecologist is pretty much the least erotic thing ever. It’s like trying to get off at the dentist’s office.
