PJ Vogt

a piece of metal or something there.

That's my assumption.

I think it's like the machine thinks that I could be smuggling something there or like have contraband in my underwear.

And so just the back of the hand rub kind of ascertains that there's nothing to see here.

And...

My curiosity and my discomfort are like battling each other right now.

Same.

My desire to share my story is in tension with my discomfort with sharing my story.

The whole time we'd been talking, I'd been trying and not quite succeeding in drafting this sentence in my head.

Like, the optimally polite, optimally HR-friendly version of the question I had about why Travis's private parts might register as out of the ordinary to the machine intelligence that powered the airport scanner.

Finally, I stammered it out.

Is there anything unusual about your body?

I anticipated this question.

The answer is, I really think no.

I have asked my partner, you know, you know my just feels very intimately.

Is there anything to see here?

And he says the answer is no.

I also believe the answer is no.

So I really don't think that it's like a...

body issue.