Not long ago, I read on the Internet about a group of men who had formed an unique Internet support group. A new men’s group- I was intrigued. I needed more data. We all know that 69% of the Internet is complete BS, 26% of the web is porn, and the final 5% is reasonable discourse. No wanting to go off half-cocked, I visited a variety of vetted sources. At the U.K.’s Daily Mail, I found that “a small but vociferous community of circumcised men is gathering (sic) online forums to discuss methods of foreskin restoration.”
Let me lay it all on the table. I am fond of my circumcised penis. Not overly so, in an Anthony Weiner sort of way, but in an “I’m chill, just hanging out, bro” sort of way. My sex life with my penis has been fine. In fact, during sex, the issue of a foreskin, yea or nay, has never raised its head. The long and short of it is that no sexual partner has ever seemed less than glad to see my glans.
Truth is, I don’t spend much time contemplating my penis. I spend even less time contemplating whether I’d be happier if it wore a turtleneck. I’m sure I spent enough time in my adolescent shower to compensate for my relative lack of concern in adulthood. I can urinate whenever I desire; sitting, or standing. My penis is functional. At age 55, that is plenty.
My people have been snipping the tip for 4,000 years. We’ve managed to survive every obstacle thrown at us; from the Pharoahs, to the Inquisition, to the ingestion of chopped liver. Jews are tough. We are survivors. The idea that I am somehow less of a man because I have slightly less of a penis has never occurred to me. The notion that I might be having slightly less pleasure because my penis has slightly less skin is not a blip on my sexual radar. The idea that my self-worth has been shrunken because, when I was eight days old, my parents engaged in an odd and ancient religious ritual, is so far down on my “things to ponder list” that there isn’t a clever “Pinky and the Brain” witticism to describe it.
Fellows, it is your willy. Wash it fast or slow. Hang weights from it. Have it pierced or tatted. Do with it as you wish. What happens behind a closed door between consenting adults, or on your own, is all good.
If you feel that a portion of your masculinity was removed when a piece of skin was removed from the end of your penis, I suggest you contemplate the true meaning of your manhood. It does not exist in your dingus. And if you really need something to consider, consider this.
Foreskin replacement: Who are the donors?