So tonight I decided to make my own STP packer. After figuring out basically what I needed, I went out and picked up some tubing, a medicine spoon, and a dropper. My mom was out when I got back so I started working on it.
I got out my knife and began cutting up the tubing. That part was easy. I was still hacking away at the medicine spoon when my mom got home. At first she didn't say anything. She's gotten used to my doing "weird" things. I guess the curiosity finally got to her though because soon she asked, "Are you on drugs?"
She told me she saw the tubing in my room and wanted to know if I was doing anything illegal. Obviously tubing+medicine spoon=drugs. I said no. She seemed uncomfortable and lingered. She asked what I was doing with that stuff then.
I laughed and asked if she really wanted to know (she knows by now if I say that, it's about trans stuff--she doesn't like talking about it). She said yes, so I told her that I was going to make "something to pee out of." I didn't want to go through the hassle of explaining what an stp was or how it worked.
This just confused her more. I had to explain the step-by-step process of how to make an stp. She still didn't get it. I asked her if she'd forgotten that I was a guy (she's known for six years). She said, "you don't let me forget." I told her that guys pee standing up and that's what I'm going to do. She said, "well, guys have a penis." "So do I," I told her. "That's what I'm going to put the tubing through." She just sighed and told me not to burn the house down.
