Alan always hated it when they asked, “Do you prefer a man or a woman?” Alan had gone to massage therapists for many years. He was a workaholic who brought worry upon himself, and while others might carry their stress in their stomachs, he carried his in his body. His muscles often were a ball of tension that even his foam roller at home could not work out. He hated their question nearly as much as the phrase that every masseuse he had ever had said to him after a massage: “How do you feel?” “Sir, do you prefer a man or woman?” the receptionist on the other end of the phone repeated. If he said he preferred a man, did that mean he was sexist? If he said he preferred a woman, did it imply he was a creep who found something sexually sensual in his deep-tissue massages? Did it mean he was a fool who expected a “happy ending”? “No preference,” is what he usually said. Sometimes, he would add, “Whoever is best at relaxing muscles.” Alan surprised himself today when he told ...
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