Just got back from my mandatory 'gynecological' exam at the Women's Wellness Center. Having some woman I've never met tell me my cervix looks 'adequate for breeding' while her fingers are inside me is a special kind of humiliation. They don't even use lube, just tell you to 'relax and be a good boy' while they check if my womb is prime real estate. My mother says it's for my own health, but we all know it's just the state making sure its property is in working order. Sometimes I fantasize about a world where a man's body is his own.