R.I.P. Scout26
I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve endured the humiliation of an airport pat-down. More than once I’ve been told by the TSA agent “When I reach sensitive parts of your body I’ll use the back of my hand.”You talk about disappointment.Fortunately, I know my rights and don’t hesitate to invoke the male equivalent to “Female assist”. When instructed that I must submit to a pat-down, I simply tell them I’m gay and therefore don’t feel comfortable being patted down by another man: it’s too arousing. Then I insist on being patted down by a woman, adding “Preferably a leggy blonde in equestrian boots.”
