steven weissman

You put your hand on my shoulder during my appointment yesterday, and it was the most sensual feeling I have had in a doctor's office in my entire life. Everything grew quiet for a moment, and my focus came down to nothing but the feeling of your skin touching mine. It was super weird to feel that way about a guy who was cleaning up an infected incision on my right shoulder, and I would never, ever mention it. But you were humane and intelligent and fun to talk to, and when you told me my biopsy hadn't shown any cancer, you seemed genuinely pleased. By the end of the appointment, you felt like a friend. A handsome friend. I walked out feeling refreshed—not just physically healthy, but sensually awake. Thanks, friend.

Anonymous