Category: Screeve

The assumption is generally that guys don’t need privacy in the toilets. Ladies always have seperate stalls, but us guys are just expected to whip out our cocks and piss in front of complete strangers.

I, for one, have always had a problem peeing in front of others: family, friends or strangers. It got so bad that I nearly burst my bladder when I was out drinking with my brother and some mates. I was drinking pints of beer, many pints of beer, but when I went to the toilets, I just couldn’t go. The pub was packed, hence the toilets were packed so I had to wait foir a urinal to become free, and when it did, I just couldn’t go. I felt under so much pressure as other guys were waiting so I quickly tucked myself back into my trousers and went back out to a fresh pint of beer. Every time I tried I just couldn’t go, and the cubicles were always occupied (and disgusting).

Eventually I just had to wait for a cubicle to come free – but I did feel a bit weird waiting around while other guys had no trouble emptying their bladders.

Nowadays I always use a cubicle, I have to. But why are we expected to pee in front of each other? Sometimes us guys just need some privacy.

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Last weekend was the annual Pride march in my local city. I didn’t manage to go this year but my teenage nephew did. He went with a few friends, one identified as bi, one as pan and one as transexual; he self identifies as bisexual. All the young boys and girls (15 & 16 by the way) had a great time.

BUT…

Standing at the tram stop on their way back home a man walked by, with his young daughter. As he walked by he said “faggots” to my nephew and his group of friends. He saw the look on his daughter’s face, and he said she looked mortified.

My first reaction was to laugh out loud. How could someone be like that in the day and age and during Pride. It just sounded so ludicrous.

Then I got to thinking and all those thoughts from my youth came flooding back. How I was scared of anyone finding out about my sexuality for fear of being victimised and bullied. I could never have come out at school and I had to hide who I really was until I came out in my twenties.

Today people are more free to be themselves and that is a good thing. But there are still those people who feel they the right to shout abuse at others.

This BBC article tells the story of Alex Hardy, who committed suicide 2 years after undergoing a circumcision to cure his phimosis. He went to live in Canada, and while there he consulted a doctor who prescribed a steroid cream to stretch the foreskin. When Alex felt that wasn’t working he was referred to a Urologist who immediately suggested circumcision.

This is where the cultural differences kick in. In the UK we don’t circumcise as quickly or easily as they do elsewhere.

Those non-UK readers need to understand something of the British system. The NHS is publically funded through taxation and is free at the point of need. A consequence of this system is that the UK doesn’t provide any treatment that it considers unnecessary. Hence, the NHS will not circumcise boys on demand. (They also do not routinely perform tonsillectomies.)

I am against circumcision for non medical reasons, but sometimes, those medical reasons are not necessarily valid and depend on whichever culture you live in.
The article really moved me and I felt Alex should have been given more options and more after care, especially for someone so young who’s sexual identity is just as important.