At some point I realized that part of my fascination with cut cocks is how matter-of-fact my mother was about it. My older was born in 1974, when routine cutting was the norm in the US. It just didn't seem necessary, and to her, and she said she had to actively intervene more than once to insure it didn't happen. I was born in 1977 and she said it was less unreasonable to ask me left intact, but still took some work. By the time my younger was born in 1981, they asked, but didn't consider her request unusual. My and are both products of middle class America in the 1940s. There's about the way either of the way my parents were raised that would make this bucking of the status quo make sense, as they were largely conventional otherwise. My dad himself is a down-home country boy circumcised Vietnam Vet, yet somehow he didn't demand that be the price of admission into the family. They were fairly educated, and they did run with a free-thinking mind-altered crowd. It's quite plausible they came across the realization and absurdity of circumcision in an elevated drug induced empathic and erotic state.   Perhaps while a curious lucky finger traced the rough brown scar tissue above one of his partners' dry, exposed glans; admirably pulling and smushing whatever remains of a dick forward in one hand, while in the other hand, the effortless glide of a 100% natural foreskin over a healthy, smooth glans.  It's a crazy-weird miracle of nature's origami, the cover rolls back and into the shaft, and when it does, it provides awesome-feeling, natural mechanical lubrication. And people just whisk it off!  Carelessly From babies! Without knowing what the foreskin even does. The contrast is obvious and the mystique is broken. Present to the ridiculousness of the Nixon-era, my parents and their friends make a pact not to cut their . [Several of my friends from whose parents were friends of mine are intact which may be at least anecdotal evidence to this theory.]   Equally plausible however, my parents were married in 1963, but it took them until 1974 to conceive my because of polycystic ovary syndrome. By the time an experimental treatment became available, it's possible my folks had read every parenting article they could get their hands on, and likely had a long time to consider all the things to know about having . And somewhere along the way they decided to keep all the intact despite whatever absurd reasoning continues to keep the tradition alive today! The only unregulated surgery performed regularly on humans. . It's bonkers to think about, but for some reason, my parents were able to think their way out of it.They somehow, despite all odds, bucked the national trend, and intentionally stuck up for their ' right to decide what do with their own junk.  But how was my mother such an anomaly her generation? The surgery is absolutely ghoulish. Complete and utter discomfort and irreparable and sloppy harm done to one of the most sensitive and important parts a man possess. Righteously so. Cavalierly so. Indifferently so.  Ethical boundaries somehow waaaaaay overlooked with casual indifference. How is it such a ponderous decision for so many?  I more-than-a-little assert that a lot of the behavior we're seeing in Washington D.C., and the allowance of atrocities against humans, starts in some not-insignificant way, with the mental gymnastics to allow what is done to people or even pain killers? Suck it up? The obvious indifference to obvious pain and weirdness allowing one's one family to comes from having such an invasive and unnecessary procedure performed unquestioningly and then made such a taboo topic. It's just how things are. It's just the way it goes. Nothing you can do about it now. But don't ask about it. That is so batshit crazy to me. That no one talks about THAT being weird.    So I was made aware of by my pretty early on, probably when I was in . When we asked her about it, she unflinchingly explained to all of us that when we were born, she didn't didn't think cutting part off our penis off was necessary. Which made total sense! We had already discovered how into our own dicks we were. But I also realized that there were all these parents who did think that was a good idea, and who did do that to their . Which was wrong! So that made somehow just a little bit smarter... No matter how popular they are, no matter how rich they are, no matter how famous they are; someone decided they couldn't have their foreskin, and they took it from them , and without their permission.  And they don't even know... But they spend their life needing lube to jerk off and straining to get enough sensation through their dry, taught dicks. Straining against whatever arbitrary spot the leftover bits and pieces ended up fusing together. Often with a prominent scar from where the cuts were made. Does anyone ever make the correlation between dark unnatural wound marks and the weird-ass ways their dicks ended up healing together? The weird detours the veins have to carve as the web of nerve-rich flesh it's intended to support is severed, and their purpose now forever obsolete.  That's the part that's fucked up - I like the mangle! I like the visible trauma and unfathomable pain you would doubtless have to endure to end up marked like that. How does it occur to you? It maybe doesn't, and that in itself is somewhat mysterious. But of course it's taboo to discuss. And I there's a part of me who thinks, your parents were too dumb to know not to do that to you, and that puts you at a disadvantage from the get-go.  Their parents didn't take the time to figure it out for themselves, or they were members of some arbitrary group or organization that for some reason demanded you go against what should be a pretty fundamental instinct to not let anyone do stuff to anyone else's junk. It's not only OK but it's unquestionable, and either way, you didn't get to keep the full amazing cock your body produced for you to use your whole life. So you have only your own experience of what sex is supposed to be like, and it's hopefully really amazing. But if you consider how much fun your dick is now, and you consider that there's a whole other part of dicks that actually makes your dick even more amazing... Well wouldn't you want to be the one to decide which kind you got to use for your whole life? You can always circumcise it whenever you like.  But we've got to freaking stop letting this happen as a matter of principle. It will be fine if we just let people do this to themselves if they want to. like cut cocks too! A lot! Like almost exclusively! But it's because I've got some weird power-play thing going on here. And that's certainly not a good enough reason to advocate doing this to people .