I began restoring my foreskin at age 55 because masturbation and sex with my wife was becoming more and more difficult due to lack of sensitivity. I had no idea it was because I was circumcised at birth. I did an internet search on improving sensitivity and found so much information it was mind boggling. After some thought and discussion with my wife I decided to try to restore some of the damage that was done. I found that the reason for the loss of sensitivity was the keratonization* of the head due to the lack of protection that a foreskin provides. Years of rubbing against clothing and having to masturbate without a foreskin caused most of the damage.

The method I chose to use to restore was manual tugging and t-tape. I did have a bit of a head start because I was cut loosely. After 7 months of restoration I’m happy to report amazing progress. When flaccid the shaft skin covers about half the head which has caused the keratonization to disappear and leave me with a very shiny head when fully erect.

The sensitivity that has returned is overwhelming at times. To be very frank I never used to get any pre-cum due to lack of sensitivity. I wasn’t even aware of that phenomenon. When fully erect I am beginning to be able to learn how to use the shaft skin to stroke with during masturbation. I need to do this at this point because it is almost too sensitive to directly stoke the area with the hand like I used to. I plan on continuing this process although it probably will be more difficult to get such great results as I continue.

*(Ed: keratonization is a response by the skin to external influences resulting in skin hardening and the growth of additional layers of skin. Similar to callusing.)

As long as I can remember even as a child of 3-4 years-old, I always hated the feel of the glans of my penis rubbing against my briefs. I hated the discomfort in the winter with the cold making my glans almost feel like it was burning. I used to place my penis inside a sock during the winter if I wanted to go outside and play.

I remember when I was 10 years-old my parents sent me to a summer camp. The first day of camp, when we all went into the bathhouse to change into our swim trunks, I saw my first whole penis. He was one of the counselors and I was just taken back by the looks of it. Then I started to look around and noticed a few of the other boys my age (more…)

I was curcumcised when I was about three or four years old. It was done wihout an anesthetic and it hurt like bl**dy hell!!!!

I don’t remember most of the operation itself but I do remember the time immediately before and the some of the time after. Oh how it hurt!!!!!!!

Although I don’t have any problem with my parents getting me circumcised, I have great arguments with the way they had me done!

I’m actually pro-circ by definition but would think carefully about when and how (BUT NOT WHETHER!) I had my son circumcised. I would not want him to go through the pain I had!!! My God, it was awful!!!!!!!!!!!

In my suburban Chicago late 70’s/early 80’s upbringing, it was the norm. Everyone was circumcised.

My mom explained it to me when I was a pre-teen—in graphic detail. When I say graphic, I mean she took my penis and pulled the shaft skin up, covering the glans, and then showed me where it was cut. She also told me how afterwards, the skin often “got stuck like glue” to the glans and my pediatrician had to force the skin back to break the adhesions. My mom told me that she continued to pull it back until I was bathing myself.

It didn’t bother me much until I had my first real girlfriend and my first sexual encounter. When it was over, she asked if (more…)

In order to make sense of my feelings on the issue of circumcision, I wrote this history which
helps me to understand how my thoughts developed.

3–6 years old:
My earliest clear memories (3–4 years old) is the recollection of sneaking around the locker room every chance I could to try to see as many penises as possible. I was always very pleased when I saw someone with foreskin, but it was ALWAYS on an “old man”, NEVER on another kid. My logic told me that for some reason, I also had an old man’s penis. I knew I was a kid and wanted to look like the other kids including my two older brothers. My father was intact (I only saw him a few times in my life), but I NEVER wanted to look like him. Eventually I realized that some “old men” were circumcised and some were not. I was then more confused about the different types of penises, but figured that all old men would look intact—the process just took more time with some people than with others. I can’t say that I recall thinking that there was something drastically wrong with me, but simply that I had an old man’s penis (though, without pubic hair, etc.).

Having watched my nieces and nephews trying to sneak around when they were little (there is nothing subtle about it), I now understand why people sometimes seemed to give me strange looks and cover themselves as I was trying so hard to “innocently” look (more…)

I was born at Community Memorial Hospital in Sidney, Montana. At that time it was rare for anyone to escape the knife, although I know a few who did. It was probably considered medical malfeasance at the time if they missed you somehow. The majority of boys in the U.S. are still cut, but the rate is getting down a lot closer to half nationwide, though it’s much higher in some states and much lower in others. It’s like the luck of the draw anymore, rather than a done deal, although the chance of growing up with the dick you were born with is still poor.

Having been cut twice, I feel I am qualified to write on this topic. I remember about the time of puberty, around 12 years of age or so, how uncomfortable (more…)

Like most Americans, I had no clue what circumcision was, exactly. As a child, I was told that it was simply something that boys had done. Instinctually, I knew it was wrong since it made no sense that every single male would be born defective. While at college in the late 1990s, I was browsing the web and came upon the topic. It was a crudely drawn diagram of normal male anatomy and the subsequent removal of the foreskin. It struck me as very creepy and primitive.

A few years later, I got married and soon was expecting my first child; a boy. Prior to finding out the gender of our child, I revisited the circumcision topic. I read all of the alarmist literature on the subject; doctors and parents talking about how circumcision prevents UTIs, penile cancer, cervical cancer, and all sorts of random infections. It struck me as fearmongering. I found out that no organization in the world recommends routine circumcision and haven’t in a long time, with the single exception of when circumcision advocate Edgar Schoen led the AAP circumcision task force. I found out that infant circumcision for is almost unheard of in most of the world and is seen as a religious ritual, not a medical procedure.

Later, I learned that my inital impression of fearmongering was correct. (more…)

Today, as I have for so many days over the past several years, I am wearing my tugger, struggling to restore the foreskin that was taken from me all those many years ago. Each time I look at my mutilated cock I am reminded of what I have lost, what was stolen from me, and it strengthens my resolve to restore that stolen foreskin, to re-cover my naked glans. Yet there are also the days when I am depressed, when I can’t face the effort of putting on my tugger and the minor discomfort of wearing it for hours at a time. What a cruel fate that what took only minutes to cut away now takes years to restore.

I really don’t remember much about the cutting. I do know that I was not circumcised as an neonate because I was born at home.   Rather, the terrible deed was done when I was 5 or 6, while I was having my tonsiles removed.   he only good part of that is that I was totally anesthetized while it happened and didn’t feel the pain of the cutting. But I woke up hurting—my throat hurt, my pee-pee hurt, but most of all I was terribly sick to my stomach from the ether that was used as anesthesia way back then.

As a kid I was quite aware of the visual difference between cut and intact. I had been intact for the first few years of my life and then suddenly I was cut.  My father, whom I often saw naked, was intact.  My brother, a year younger than I, was cut.  Several of my junior and senior high classmates, whom I regulary saw naked in the gym class showers, were intact. But like most Midwestern American boys (more…)

I was cut at the age of five. The reasons they told me are a bit dubious. They said I had phimosis. But there was just one look of my physisian at my penis and just another very short examination of it by another doctor (the same doctor who earned money circumcising me). This second examination lasted aproximately one minute, then it was clear to them that I had to be cut. The circumcision itself was quite without problems and the healing was OK. I was cut low and loose, i.e. most of my inner foreskin was removed for cosmetic reasons. The next six months after my circumcision were quite difficult. I got frequent erections and my glans was ached. I don’t get unwanted erections that often now, but they still happen. Furthermore, my glans aches after visiting a swimming pool.

When I had swimming class in school, and saw for the first time other naked boys, I was the only one who was circumcised, and the others laughed at me. I was quite shocked about my body when I hear in biology that the glans would be the most sensitive part of the penis, my personal experience was otherwise. With my first tries of masturbation I had quite a lot of problems to reach an orgasm until I found the right technique. But still after masturbation my glans is quite sore and aching.

The worst is to read on internet forums about techniques of masturbating with an intact penis and to read that the most intense feelings come from the foreskin. I have never had the chance of having these feelings and I will never get it and no one asked me before circumcising.

I hope my story, together with other blogs, can help to stop senseless circumcising and give other boys the chance for a natural sexuality.

As part of my self imposed therapy, I write about my feelings and have composed this poem. I hope someone can benefit from some of these words.

    He said “It’s just a little nip and tuck,
    Nothing really to worry about.
    It’s best to get it over with now,
    He’ll never know without a doubt.”
    “A ‘lifetime of benefits’ can be realized.
    Trust me, we know what we say.
    And we would never do anything,
    That would cause harm in any way.”
    “For, you see, I took an oath
    When I was idealistic and young,
    So sign the form and consent
    And hand me over your newborn son.”
    And the benefits keep rolling in
    A panacea of health and gratification.
    Like the highest HIV rate
    Of any industrialized nation.
    Protection for every man-child
    In every sub-Saharan nation.
    As professional arrogance gone wild
    Substitutes surgery for education.
    And they know not what they take
    And they know not what they lose
    And they know not what they make
    And they no longer have the right to choose.
    Thus each is forever transfigured
    Into an Adonis of some stranger’s choosing.
    But would you cut off a toe or finger
    At the whim of society’s musing?
    How can you miss what you never knew?
    How can you feel loss or even mourn?
    Perhaps you should ask a man who
    Was born with only one arm.
    So they are the walking wounded
    Maimed by intentions of pure hue,
    By a people and a profession
    Who are afraid to know what is true.
    And for most, I can suppose
    It really is not so sorrowful,
    For the forces of denial and ignorance
    Are mighty god-damned powerful.
    But for those who suspect otherwise
    Who wonder what might really be lost,
    Who think that nature just might be wise
    This shunned minority suffers the real cost.
    There are more of them than you know
    Suffering their pain in stoic anonymity
    Lost, a teeming midway sideshow
    Faint light in the dark of blind conformity.
    Does the rest of the world laugh, appalled
    At our misandrous archaic ritual?
    Knowing a whole body in adult life
    As something to be enjoyed as sensual.
    It is obvious and in no doubt true
    A diet of hamburgers, fries and shakes,
    Is fine if you never see the whole menu
    Which lists caviar, Champaign and steaks.
    Thereby does it continue forward
    No atavistic reform in sight,
    Great grandfathers having no word
    On their descendant son’s plight.

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