“Do I make you uncomfortable because, you know, this is what I do for a living?” “Why would you make me feel uncomfortable?” my mom asked in return, the way she always did, answering a question with another question. My friend said, “Well, I didn’t want to stay if it bothers you.” She said, “No. I’m fine with what you do, unless you start shooting ping-pong balls at me from your vaginal area. That could make me a little uncomfortable. Other than that, I think we’re fine.”
