You’re so cute when you call us “honey” while suggesting in a backhanded manner that we have no tolerance for pain. 
I aim to please. Seriously, though, I’m not particularly tolerant of pain myself, so I strongly suggest that y’all have some really dreadful doctors who feel no need at all to exercise a modicum of delicacy while jabbing a sound down someone’s cock.
But then again, mine knows how to do a rectal digital examination that doesn’t hurt either.
I used to ride two different bikes and changed back and forth often depending on whether or not I needed the full baskets and bags rig or the fast plain bike. Sometimes I forgot what I was on…
So, when I’d just left the ladies bike at home and grabbed the 27" man’s bike, I kind of forgot about the crossbar when I hopped down to check the front tire.
WHACK!
I don’t care if I’m a girl - smacking bone against steel HURTS!
Oh, and I delivered an 10lb2oz kid with anesthetic that hadn’t yet kicked in and a 7lbs11oz one with no anesthetic, butt first! (With his feet up to his head - too late for the C-section I should have had.)
Other than having a needle stuck into the scrotum for a vasectomy, I’d say I’ve gotten off light. [knock on wood]
I used to trim the pubes on my 'nads with a small pair of very sharp scissors.
Use your imagination.
:eek:
I don’t do that anymore.
Lizard you poor thing. I have often wondered “Should I just shave?” and looked between the razor and my ladypocket and my genitals have cried a resounding “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
So I wax. Or I get waxed. That reminds me of the time that the wax kept stretching rather than coming off cleanly. Waxing your crotch, as a lady, doesn’t hurt too much except over the mound, for obvious reasons. Imagine someone attaching hot wax to that and having that wax stretch and pull. I limped home.
I was under general for the whole thing. Of course, my experience was different because I’m a chick and I was also getting a hydrodistention (where they inflate the bladder with water to get a better view). But it was teeth-gritting pain to pee after that. However, it could have been worse - I’ve heard of people that couldn’t get out of bed for three weeks afterwards.
Most painful was probably when I went to jump the old, thin wooden boards circling the hockey rink. Didn’t quite make it, and fell sideways with the edge of the board digging right between the folds of my labia. Ick.
I actually use a dedicated beard and mustache trimmer now. 
Still not perfect; I’ve abraded my skin a few times with it. But it does the job with the least amount of fuss I can expect.
The things women do to their bodies for beauty purposes defy all reason to me. Waxing is one of the things I find least comprehensible. It simply has no parallel for men, most of whom would never let another man touch their genitals for any reason, nor a woman, unless she was doing a lot more than waxing.
I think most women are somewhat in your camp, and aren’t all that thrilled with waxing. My biggest piece of evidence for this is that I’ve told every girlfriend I’ve ever had I preferred some fur, and they immediately stopped waxing/shaving with no protest whatever.
Ah, I forgot about this one - I was standing around during soccer practice, and a ball sailed over a goal and got me square in the jubblies. Then it happened again within the next three days. I think someone had it in for me…
My boys have led a relatively trauma free life. My brother, OTOH, has a great story. He was in highschool and playing donkey basketball - which is pretty much playing basketball while riding a donkey. Anyway, his donkey gets upset and starts bucking. My brother was sitting towards the back of the donkey and one of the bucks sent him into the air and off the back of the donkey. He looked like he was going to land on his feet, but just before they touched the floor, the donkey kicked and nailed him right in the tender bits.
A couple of days later, he was complaining about how swollen his left nut was. I pretty much told him he was full of it until he showed me. It was purple and had swelled to the size of a grapefruit. I almost puked at the sight of it. He never went to the doctor because he didn’t want to tell my dad about it. Apparently all is well because his first kid is due in May.
[QUOTE=capybara]
I have it on an individual in the room’s authority that the swab-check for gonorrhea is far more painful than a frenum piercing. But getting kicked really fucking hard is worse than either.[/QUOTE
Depends. A friend of mine :dubious: who was literally dripping was told by the doctor that his swab was such that he could see that critters under a microscope without further incubation. :eek:
Ditto. (No cryosurgery, tho… I ended up having the LEEP.) I do so love when I’m told that the cervix has no pain receptors. I must have just been imagining it. :rolleyes:
Way back while I was in high school, my co-ed swim team was having a fun day off, playing no-rules water polo. All coach cared was that if someone didn’t have the ball, we didn’t drown them too much.
So. I had the ball. One of the girls on the team was underwater, trying to grab it away from me (me = boy), with little success. Apparently trying to get some leverage, she balled her legs up – and kicked.
The last memory I have of that bit is of a really bright, white spark. Apparently she kicked me so hard in the 'nads that I actually popped out of the water. And then started to sink, of course.
The other guys on the team had to drag me out of the water (still in fetal position). The girls blightly went on playing, not seeing that there was any big deal. Some time later, I limped off to the locker room, and went home, commando, because tight underwear just wasn’t in the picture.
Took about a month for things to return to normal function. 'Cept I’ve got some English on the dangle, now, thanks to scar tissue apparently. And “shake, shake, shake” isn’t in the cards (scar tissue). Fortunately, I suppose, there’s no memory of pain from this… because there’s no real memory of that moment left at all.