The highlight of my weekend was this guy:
I like to call him Dr Foreskin. Other people like to call him Glen Callender from the Canadian Foreskin Awareness Project. Look at that lab coat and his lensless glasses. If that doesn't make him a doctor, nothing does. I would trust him with life... I mean foreskin... I mean uhhhhhhh.
Anyway, at East Side Pride this past Saturday, at Grandview Park off Commercial Drive, I learned where this guy can fit nine seedless grapes. I know, right? All of that happening while Joan-E occasionally stroked my left leg and boyfriend Steve held a plastic bowl for Dr Foreskin to shoot the grapes out Thai-ping-pong-ball-sex-show style. Yeah. You get it. Waking daymare. The only thing missing was Bob Saget and a rubber fist.
Dr Foreskin is trying to change federal regulations that govern male circumcision. It's illegal in Canada for parents to circumcise their daughters. It's legal for their sons. Significant nerve loss occurs for both genders and a botched cut can result in the loss of the entire penis or even death.
In the meantime, if you don't know what happens during a circumcision, check this out.
Watched it with boyfriend, Steve, Sunday morning. Best. Breakfast. Ever.