Posted by mstralex,
62 years-old, male, caucasian-european, christian, born in United States, living in United States. Male Genital Cutting
, My MGC
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…)