“You’re so brave,” saysthe white-haired old bear,because I’m standing here nakedwith everyone’s dick swingingbelow their vodka soda.“What a journey.” He sayshe’s never seen a body like mineexcept in porn, then smiles:“You’ve got balls, kiddo.”This happens all the timeat Naked Night, after we’veall checked our clothesat the bar, and stood arounddrinking for a while. Mensidle up, their dicks danglinglike tube socks, or half-filledlaundry bags, or peekingfrom a foreskin likea toe from an old sock. Or,sometimes, more likea rolled-up futon, or ashard, veiny, and colorlessas a cheap dildo I keep at home.“You’re so brave,” they say.“Don’t be ashamed of your body,it looks just like ours,” as ifthere could be no higher praise.