This seems like as good a place as ever to tell this story. For background, as any of you who have had a body part pierced, the piercing jewelry is not supposed to be removed for several weeks after the piercing is done, lest the hole close up. (I did my earlobes when I was 12 and haven’t pierced anything since, and I am now 50, so I am a bit fuzzy on the details.)
Fast-forward to my early 20s. I arrived at a Christmas party at the house of a childhood friend, where another high school friend was excitedly waiting for me. “Come into the bathroom,” he said, “I have to show you something!” Curious as to why the bathroom was involved, I followed him, where he showed off his new navel piercing. I was kind of disgusted (I am pretty squeamish about unnecessary holes in body parts, and who knows, might not have even gotten my ears pierced if I were doing it over again.)
His reaction? “Oh, bummer, I though you would think it was cool. I guess I shouldn’t show you the other one, then.” (For full disclosure, as it were, the other one was in a location one would not normally show to someone with whom one was not sexually intimate, but this friend is gay and out to me. Not that I had the urge to see him naked anyway, and I had even less of an urge to see the new holes in his genitalia, but I digress.)
Not long after that, he called me in a panic because he just realized that he was about to go on a ski trip with his mom, which would involve air travel, and therefore the dreaded wand. He wasn’t out to his mom (and still isn’t AFAIK) and was freaking out at the prospect of the airport wand landing on his crotch with his mom watching. I have no idea how he resolved the issue.