I was standing over the sink in our kitchen. I was refilling water bottles and generally minding my own business when my daughter came into the room. Finding herself a seat at the kitchen table, she then asked me if I wanted to see the blisters on her feet.
I said no.
She responded that I needed to look at these blisters and continued to remove her sock to show me, regardless of my choice to say no.
So, I started to take my pants off. She freaked out and asked me what the hell I was doing. I should mention that my wife had accompanied daughter into the kitchen and she too was asking me what the hell I was doing. I replied that I was going to show her my dick.
This caused both the women to react and ask me why the hell the daughter female would want to see my dick.
It seemed to me that at that moment both wife and daughter should have realised that the pant removal was in response to being forced to gaze upon foot blisters. But they missed the point entirely and forced me to explain. The good news is that they supplied all the material I needed for a solid explanation.
For example, my daughter declared that I was violating some obscure social more by refusing to look at swollen pustules of blister goo that had formed on her feet. She backed up her social more insistence by stating that her mother had looked at the blisters. I replied that her mother had also looked at the dick in question so it was looking to me like a blister or dick expose was about the same.
Some people want to look and some people don’t. Forcing the situation in either case was kinda rude but the situation was entirely in my daughters control. Don’t want to see a dad dick? Then don’t show me the goddamn blisters.
I’m happy to report that no one was forced to look at anything they didn’t want to and as a result there was no trauma.
But why did I have to go with the nuclear pant removal option to make it clear that no fucking meant no?
Apparently asking some questions is merely a formality. Evidently the person asking has already concluded that a reveal is coming and that the asked will indeed want to see whatever malady or injury or deformation they have to offer for public viewing.
This includes, but is not limited to, bruises, pimples, boils, ingrown hairs, abscesses and any topical infection.
I have one basic rule for my viewing options. I’m good with bruises but not good with anything that oozes. Other than blood. For some reason I’m good with blood. Also, I have very little interest in looking at anyone’s feet under any circumstance.
I think that for some odd reason, women are much more likely to agree that looking at and sometimes probing the bumps and ulcers that befall us is a fine idea. I’ve also determined that real estate and the viewing of skin abnormalities have something in common.
Location, location, location.
No one ever, or rarely ever, asks if anyone wants to see their hemorrhoids. It’s unusual to hear someone say that yes, yes they’d be interested in seeing that lump on your testicle or the boil on you buttocks. So there’s this region that’s a no go from the waist to high thigh that’s outside the boundaries of look at this etiquette. But everything else and everywhere else is seemingly acceptable.
But no still means no. That is, if you want me to keep my goddamn pants on.