I’m strapped down to a table in one of the examination rooms with my head immobilized, naked except for a pair of blue hospital booties on my feet. Sometimes they let me wear a surgical gown but more often than not I’m naked, which doesn’t do much to nurture my sense of dignity. But when you’re a lab rat being experimented on in the name of medical research, dignity isn’t a high priority.
“Was the subject disinfected?” says a lab technician, inserting a catheter into my penis.
“No,” says another one. “But I’ll take care of it when we’re done setting...