Mijn naam is Maarten, ben 26 jaar, sportief gebouwd en nog steeds single.Op een avond trok ik mijn stoute schoenen aan en wou ik eens gaan cruisen in ...de bunker in GC, het was er pride en dus veel volk.Gekleed in mijn harnas, jockstrap en sneakers ging ik naar de inkom, betaalde en ging binnen.Aan de toog eerst nog een drankje en dan op mijn gemak de beneden is gaan verkennen.Overal waar ik rondkeek zag je mannen met elkaar spelen en wat me opviel is dat niemand een condoom gebruikte.Ik ging. Then I asked the most lame guy question. “Are you sure?”She sighed condescendingly. “Oh, I’m sure. One kit, and then Sally drove me to Planned Parenthood, and they confirmed it.”“Well, then it sounds pretty sure,” I told her. I was quiet again. “So, what do you want to do? I mean, are you going to keep it -”“Oh, I’m going to keep it,” she said emphatically. Then, in a softer voice, “I guess God just wanted to make sure we stayed together.”“Maybe,” I replied. Ordinarily I’m against abortion, but. . Avoided. Dave struggled with everysingle aspect of the class, from simple manicure work, to just keeping aclean station. God forbid he actually had to start cutting hair, Dave wassure he would scalp someone."Having trouble, D?" Dave heard from behind his shoulder at the nailpolish practice station.Dave looked at the fake hand he was practicing on, it's nails sort ofpainted. Sort of, as in, it looked like someone spilled a can of paintand dirt on them. All clumpy and horrid. "No...no problem,.