Oh, geez; now you’re traveling toward my sexual proclivities! Pain can be so excruciating pleasurable and a bit of blood, a hint, might result from an overactive cane.

I think that I need check myself, now!

I’ve watched. Many, many times. I know boys and girls with every-inch-inked and the small amount of pain/blood, the healing process, all, they say, is worth the result.

Me? Proud to have been/be queer, I guess, in these last years. Not really permanent - I’m to be cremated - more a creative statement, maybe?

No passions demanding ink/a little pain and blood?

If you were forced, you’d have (what) tatted (where)?

Fess. I almost had genital piercings - glans, scrotal - knowing a beautifully pierced girl who encouraged me, egging me on with empathetic cries of how I would satisfy my female partners!

Um, no. That area was a Protected Species;