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and then call my friend Bobby as I sob to him about how I met a man with a missing nose. At the same time, something inside me said, Sit your ass down. You have no clue what may happen. You can leave if you want, but at least give it a chance.
He finished the call and immediately launched into the story of how his mother had fallen and hurt herself that morning. He was consoling her, but she was upset and bedridden in the hospital. He then complained about a slight tear on one of the living room chairs and his overall disappointment with the hotel. He was acting like he was being forced to stay in a Motel 6, even though it was the newest and one of the nicest hotel on the Las Vegas strip. The tear was obviously irritating him because he mentioned that he planned to discuss it with the management. All the while I was thinking, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH YOUR NOSE? Quit acting like this is normal. It’s not!
He sat down, smiled, looked at me affectionately, paused, and then said, “So I guess you’re wondering about my nose.”
I nodded and said as calmly as possible, “Yes, I am.”
He explained that he had developed skin cancer on his nose so severe that the entire nose had to be removed.
PLEASE do not let this patch fall off. I will literally be sick everywhere if I see a hole in his face, I kept thinking.
“My friend decided to make me a patch made out of snakeskin after I had my nose removed. Would you like to touch it?”
He grabbed my hand and guided it to his nose, but I pulled my hand away and said, “Please don’t. I really hate snakes.” I do hate snakes more than anything, but the idea of touching a scaly snakeskin patch that was covering a hole on his face was too much for one day.
He said okay and smiled. I was trying my best to not reveal the panic brewing within my stomach. We were five minutes into the meeting, and I knew this would be my greatest acting challenge yet. I have an incredibly weak stomach and even seeing a kid wiggle a loose tooth will make me nauseous, so I had a very hard time making sense of this situation or figuring out what I should do. I have been with a few clients who had physical impairments, and I have been with countless men who were severely overweight and had various skin conditions. I was used to unexpected surprises with my clients where I had to quickly adapt. One time I had to spend three hours with a man weighing over three hundred pounds who was also missing half his chest due to Poland’s Syndrome, with the worst case of psoriasis on his legs I have ever seen. Parts of his legs had literally turned brown and purple due to his skin condition, but I somehow made it through the three hours of him touching me and rubbing the scaly skin against mine. I’m not sure how I made it through some of these meetings, but I felt like I had no choice and tried not to focus on whatever it was that was bothering me. My job is to affirm these men, make them comfortable, and accept them for who they are, physically and emotionally. I always do my best, but I’m not going to lie and say sometimes it wasn’t difficult.
This missing nose thing was not sitting well with me, but I didn’t want to appear uneasy or freaked out. Inside, I was falling apart. Obviously, this man called me for a reason, and I knew it was time to start what I came here to do.
I had taken a Viagra before I came over just in case, and the side effect of congestion in my sinuses was starting to kick in. Viagra affects everyone differently, but I knew it was working for me when I started to feel the congestion and sinus pressure. Even though my head was beginning to feel stuffy, I didn’t have a rock-hard erection. Viagra usually always works on me unless I am emotionally or physically upset about something. I couldn’t get all the possible pictures of what was underneath the snakeskin patch out of my head.
He leaned in to kiss me, and so it began. I tried to focus on anything. I thought of the
He finished the call and immediately launched into the story of how his mother had fallen and hurt herself that morning. He was consoling her, but she was upset and bedridden in the hospital. He then complained about a slight tear on one of the living room chairs and his overall disappointment with the hotel. He was acting like he was being forced to stay in a Motel 6, even though it was the newest and one of the nicest hotel on the Las Vegas strip. The tear was obviously irritating him because he mentioned that he planned to discuss it with the management. All the while I was thinking, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH YOUR NOSE? Quit acting like this is normal. It’s not!
He sat down, smiled, looked at me affectionately, paused, and then said, “So I guess you’re wondering about my nose.”
I nodded and said as calmly as possible, “Yes, I am.”
He explained that he had developed skin cancer on his nose so severe that the entire nose had to be removed.
PLEASE do not let this patch fall off. I will literally be sick everywhere if I see a hole in his face, I kept thinking.
“My friend decided to make me a patch made out of snakeskin after I had my nose removed. Would you like to touch it?”
He grabbed my hand and guided it to his nose, but I pulled my hand away and said, “Please don’t. I really hate snakes.” I do hate snakes more than anything, but the idea of touching a scaly snakeskin patch that was covering a hole on his face was too much for one day.
He said okay and smiled. I was trying my best to not reveal the panic brewing within my stomach. We were five minutes into the meeting, and I knew this would be my greatest acting challenge yet. I have an incredibly weak stomach and even seeing a kid wiggle a loose tooth will make me nauseous, so I had a very hard time making sense of this situation or figuring out what I should do. I have been with a few clients who had physical impairments, and I have been with countless men who were severely overweight and had various skin conditions. I was used to unexpected surprises with my clients where I had to quickly adapt. One time I had to spend three hours with a man weighing over three hundred pounds who was also missing half his chest due to Poland’s Syndrome, with the worst case of psoriasis on his legs I have ever seen. Parts of his legs had literally turned brown and purple due to his skin condition, but I somehow made it through the three hours of him touching me and rubbing the scaly skin against mine. I’m not sure how I made it through some of these meetings, but I felt like I had no choice and tried not to focus on whatever it was that was bothering me. My job is to affirm these men, make them comfortable, and accept them for who they are, physically and emotionally. I always do my best, but I’m not going to lie and say sometimes it wasn’t difficult.
This missing nose thing was not sitting well with me, but I didn’t want to appear uneasy or freaked out. Inside, I was falling apart. Obviously, this man called me for a reason, and I knew it was time to start what I came here to do.
I had taken a Viagra before I came over just in case, and the side effect of congestion in my sinuses was starting to kick in. Viagra affects everyone differently, but I knew it was working for me when I started to feel the congestion and sinus pressure. Even though my head was beginning to feel stuffy, I didn’t have a rock-hard erection. Viagra usually always works on me unless I am emotionally or physically upset about something. I couldn’t get all the possible pictures of what was underneath the snakeskin patch out of my head.
He leaned in to kiss me, and so it began. I tried to focus on anything. I thought of the
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