Oops. My apologies

Hope it's nothing that can't be undone in therapy
That's not me be by the way. It's a part of my blackmail photoset of my ex-roommate Gord. I sketched the man's testicles once....We had too much to drink one night and he passed out before me. I wanted to go to lifedrawing but it was 40 below in the middle of winter. I unzipped his jeans and unwrapped his long johns with the determined mission of drawing his schlong. Don't remember how many bottles of beer I've drank but good thing I had enough sense left to wear the rubber gloves that we used when swabbing bleach on the toilet bowl. I was under the influence so I failed to see how disgusting this all was. Anyway, I didn't have enough tactile feedback with the gloves on so I had a hard time uh...coaxing Gord's dong. (He was lying on his side you see.) And...I think I saw that he was starting to pitch a tent with all that rough stimulation so I stopped. I got his balls posed a certain way and they didn't look too bad from an angle I thought, so that's what I drew.
Didn't bother pulling up his jeans and he didn't seem to notice anything wrong the following day. I showed him my sketch months later without telling him that it was a portrait of his balls. He looked at it for a sec without saying a word then went on to do something else

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