I'm Circumcized - Ignorant and Happy

When I was born, all male boys in America were circumcised.  It was as normal as cutting the cord to give a baby a good looking belly button.  Nobody wanted a kid with a tail in the front, so they sliced it off, as they do today.

As a young boy, I would pee like other boys, wash myself like them, and even compare myself to other young lads to see where I was developmentally.  I never saw an uncircumcised unit - ever.  Never even knew they existed.

I grew up and went to college.  There, I began to hear about a rift in America and the rest of the world.  People were breaking into factions over what was called "the mutilation of little boys."  I would look at myself and think that I looked pretty damn good for a man of my size.  I couldn't see the problem.

Then I was righteously outraged when I heard of the common practice in the Islamic world where they mutilate a girl by performing a surgery called "female circumcision/mutilation".  Essentially, this barbaric practice is carried out with the belief that it reduces a woman's sexual drive.  That is beyond sick.  It disgusts me to no end.  All human beings should be allowed to enjoy the unholy pleasures of sexual gratification to their fullest orgasmic heights.  On the other hand, I couldn't understand why people had their undies in a wad over male circumcision.

As time went on, I began to see the argument become two-pronged.  First, the medical benefits of circumcision were proven negligible by many studies and the detractors reasoned that there was no cause for performing the procedure on their sons.  Second, the practice was determined to be a religious exercise and thus, logically came under the hot microscope of skepticism.

At the point of this realization, I had already circumcised both my sons and had enjoyed over a decade of penile usage in its most purest form, not to mention the previous two decades of necessary spillage.  I had no frame of reference for considering what life would be like pre-foreskin slice and dice, rather than what I was enjoying currently.  Asking for testimonials from those that hadn't been circumcised was foolishness because they would also have no frame of reference for how life was without a wrapper - not to mention, they would walk away, mumbling inaudibly.

I had relatives that had to be circumcised as adults because their foreskin became tight and inhibited normal urine flow.  I picked their brains (the ones in their heads...you know, the thing connected to the neck...above the shoulders (damn innuendos)) and discovered that they actually enjoyed life better without the extra skin. (This anecdote is NOT AN ENDORSEMENT for baby mutilation.  It's only to point out that sometimes it may be medically necessary.  That is all.  And yes, they were adults.  I get that and it's an awesome point.)

That was enough for me.  I don't get the brouhaha  The fracas.  The vexation.  It's as odd as the crowd that is so dead set against immunizations.  And the funny thing is, they are usually not bedfellows.  Those who are against circumcision are usually that way due to logic and science, the same exercise that gives them reason to trust in inoculations.

As you probably guessed already, there is no point to this post, except to say, I am convinced that male circumcision is a free choice and people can choose to do it to their sons if they so please.  It doesn't hurt them and it doesn't help them, though it could do both.  Frankly, my life in all areas to do with my penile member, is perfect.  I wouldn't change it for the world.  Not even if science discovered that sensation was tenfold with it back on.  I'd freaking explode.

Ramble over...