When I was maybe 15 or 16, I remember a back-of-the-high-school conversation about the creepy stuff gay guys do. I identified as bisexual, at least in spaces where that seemed politically safe (even chic?), although I was also very determinedly celibate. So my initial reaction was to bitch out the homophobes. But then someone mentioned that he had heard that gay dudes liked to pierce their boytoy’s cocks and put padlocks in them, so they couldn’t fuck without permission. Maybe never. And wow, gee. I stopped arguing, lost in a reverie of where I could get some of that….