Ack! I went to see my dermatologist today, who I think is gay, but I haven't offered to suck his dick yet so I don't know for sure. Anyway, I've had some back, chest and arm acne for over a year that's been painful and bothering me. I've done numerous courses of different antibiotics and shit that hasn't worked so we're putting me on Acutane as of today. I had to go get a blood test to make sure my liver can handle the Acutane and the phlebotomist was a total pervert. Eying me up and down when I came in he said something to me about loving to get poked to which I uncomfortable giggled because I really didn't think I heard him right. Then he asked me if I wanted to lick the needle when he was done. How is it that all the weird ones find me? I'm not complaining mind you, I like the freaks! I myself am a card carrying freak and I'm glad when people are comfortable enough around me to be themselves but it just astounds me that they know. Do I really not "blend" or pass for "normal?" Am I just that approachable? Do I have FREAK written on my forehead?
Maybe this has something to do with why I fetishize normal straight laced conservative vanilla guys?
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