Okay, so I saw this question about “are glory holes safe” and, well, I got curious. I’m not gonna lie, the idea seemed kinda hot, but also, like, super risky? So, I decided to do some digging, and, uh, experimenting.
First, I hit up the internet. I read a bunch of stuff, some saying it’s all good, others saying it’s a one-way ticket to Infectionville. The biggest things I saw were about STIs and, you know, not knowing who’s on the other side of the wall.
So, armed with that very basic (and kinda scary) knowledge, I decided to, well, find one. I’m not going into details about where, because that’s not the point. This is about the safety part, remember?
My First Encounter
The place I found was, uh, rustic. Let’s just say that. It wasn’t exactly sparkling clean, which immediately set off alarm bells. I had brought some, um, supplies with me: condoms, lube, and a whole lot of hand sanitizer. I figured, better safe than sorry, right?
The experience itself? I’m not gonna lie, it was… intense. The anonymity of it all is definitely part of the thrill. But also, it’s freaky. You literally have no idea who you’re interacting with. It could be anyone. And that’s both exciting and terrifying.
Precautions I Took (and You Should Too)
- Condoms are non-negotiable. Seriously. Don’t even think about it without one. Multiple, even.
- Lube is your friend. Reduces friction, reduces the risk of tears (and therefore, infections).
- Hand sanitizer. Before, during, after. Everything. Keep those hands clean.
- Inspect the, uh, “facility.” If it looks like a biohazard zone, maybe skip it. My first attempt wasn’t great.
- I brought a friend. Not in there with me, obviously, but someone who knew where I was and what I was doing. Just in case.
The Aftermath
Afterward, I went straight home and showered. Like, thoroughly. And then I scheduled a full STI check. Better to be safe and know, right? I figured the not knowing would be worse than any potential bad news.
The results? Well, that’s private, but let’s just say I learned my lesson. It was an experiment, and I walked away with a clearer understanding of the risks. Would I do it again? Probably not. The anxiety afterward just wasn’t worth the, um, novelty.
My ultimate conclusion is the same as before, they’re really not safe. It’s a gamble, and I mean high stakes gamble, I took my precautions, and they can still go wrong easily.
