When I realized what I was ignorantly robbed of, it hit me like a brick and I cried for three days. I called my mom asking why I was circumcised. She was in disbelief why I would even wonder. Her defense was it’s much prettier, women hate foreskins (I’m gay, by the way), it gives them infections, and, “Well God commands it and God knows what he’s doing.” I am Christian, as well, but I see God much more caring and liberated. Needless to say, I am not speaking to my parents while I process my emotions. My dad’s typical response for subjects like this is, “It’s just the way to do things.”

Ever since I was seven I felt something was missing. Fortunately, I was one of few who was always able to pull the skin up over the head when flaccid and most of it (very tightly) when erect. I came into my mom’s and her boy friend’s bedroom and said, “I enjoy my peepee’s blanket,” because I enjoyed the sensation of the skin closed over my glands and they thought that was hilarious. Come to find out, God created the penis with a full “blanket.”

Interestingly, I did a report on circumcision one year ago and never thought twice about it. However, I started looking up circumcision because masturbation was becoming very dull for me as far as sensations, and the only real pleasure I sense is the 5 milliseconds of ejaculation. I always wondered why women moan and groan and tremble in porn, yet not most men. Fortunately I never had problems from the circumcision except the excess dryness.

I watched circumcision and foreskin restoring videos over the past few days. They filled me with rage and I bawled my eyes out from the baby’s screams. According to my research when a baby is circumcised, the skin is originally “fused” to the glands, so the glans is actually skinned alive… come on people… where are your damn f**king brains? Doing that to a helpless healthy happy baby?

I was born 2 months premature and had to have numerous leg and eye surgeries. My mom could not get me circumcised at birth due to my complications, but got it done 6 months later, which adds to my rage. I mean, she had ample opportunity to leave it alone. What also adds to my rage is, ever since birth I have had to correct everything from my cerebral palsy thru surgery and therapy, and one of the few things that was natural was chopped off, so now I have another thing to correct.

For those of you considering circumcising your child please consider the feelings they may have. A part of me was thrown away like a shifty diaper. It was MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, and now it’s F**KING GONE, GONE, GONE!!! It was part of me.
It is my stand to let the child decide when he is of understanding age and can speak for himself to decide what to do with what God gave him.

Here is some info that may ease the blow to some of you. Take this from a guy who has had several nerves cut out by surgery. After one of my surgeries I couldn’t feel the front part of my legs above my knees. However, after about two years the remaining nerves “kicked in” and restored MOST (90% I’d say) of the lost sensations, so I have to believe the same can be true thru foreskin restoration. Moreover, the mind is very powerful in overcoming setbacks and our body is very effective at restoring what it loses if cared for properly (exposed glans is not good care, DUH!) I have just started restoring by taping my foreskin over my glans and I feel warm, clothed and whole.

I am not saying this to rub anything in anyone’s face, I am just trying to offer some light and hope for the loss of feeling. I truly hope my story helps brighten someone’s day as well as spare innocent children and babies of this barbaric practice.

Physically, I haven’t known any different, but I suffered psychologically from the feelings that go with having a healthy part of my body cut off without my consent. I really feel violated by it. I also hate the fact that while discovering sexuality, like all guys do around puberty, involved me finding the scar and being bothered by the fact that I was cut. I don’t think discovering your own body should involve that kind of thing at all. A kid shouldn’t have to deal with that. It wasn’t done for any medical need but because my parents happened to think it was ‘cleaner’ or ‘healthier.’ I really don’t think I’d have had trouble having to spend an extra 5 seconds in the shower to clean it if it meant having my whole sex anatomy intact the way the male body is designed. I find it appalling that the medical community allows this to continue, whose body is it anyway? It still pisses me off to this day and can upset me because it brings up feeling violated and the physicality of it is permanent. I find the attitude some people still have around it a little disturbing like its business as usual. I’m not saying worse things don’t happen, but I don’t get how some people still to this day think that cutting off a part of a healthy child’s penis is normal. Cutting off body parts is supposed to be a last resort in medicine. I really do hope that the doctors will step up and do the right thing on this. Regardless of whatever slight possible medical benefits doctors should recognize that it is wrong to cut off healthy body parts from someone who can’t consent. It should be a individual choice not a parental one. Parents have to decide a lot of things, but permanently removing part of their kid’s penis, when he’ll be able to decide for himself later, shouldn’t be one of them.

Being harmed by the actions of a doctor, I really find it hard to accept that they allow this to continue. Nobody should be harmed by medicine, and especially when there isn’t even some specific reason why they might be needing a treatment that could go wrong. I was healthy and would have probably stayed that way. And the harm I experienced was caused by the actions of a doctor ‘treating’ me for absolutely nothing except for the fact that I was born having a anatomically complete body.

Many years later, in the early eighties, my wife and I were blessed with a handsome son. She had grown up with two older brothers who were intact, and had babysat her three younger half brothers who had been circumcised. Although, she worked as a nurse and admitted to almost passing out during the first circumcision that she witnessed being performed, she was pretty much ambivalent about it. There was never any doubt that our son would keep all his parts.

Our doctor instructed us to gently retract his foreskin whenever he was in the bath. I do not know if this was the standard advice of the day in Canada, but I suspect so. We certainly never read or heard any different. At first nothing happened, but by the time he was a year old, his meatus was just visible. By five his foreskin would retract about halfway back but was still adherent to the glans behind that point. The preputial sphincter was still a bit tight, but it certainly did not bother him to retract as far as he was able and let the water wash over his glans. Now, all the child care books of the day stated that boys should be able to fully retract their foreskins by the age of five. Cleanliness being the issue. Being curious about this we asked our family doctor about it at the next visit. He made us an appointment with a urologist who, after inspecting my son’s penis, proceeded to peel his foreskin free back to the coronal ridge, but not quite to the sulcus. This sounds brutal, but my son never cried or even flinched. I suspect that it was very close to separating anyway. So most nights he continued to retract his foreskin in the bath, until one evening when he was seven. He pulled it back and got a couple of little fissures (slits) in it. These obviously stung and made him cry. What caused this to happen is a mystery to me. We had a different doctor, by this time, who was from the U.K. He said that daily retraction and cleaning was unneccessary, and for my son to just leave his foreskin alone. To my knowlege, my son never retracted again. He certainly had never had any problem with his penis up to this point.

Four years later, I was woken up in the night by my son crying and calling for me. He had got up for a pee and was holding his foreskin closed, just allowing a dribble of urine out, a bit at a time. It was obviously very painful to urinate. The next day we went to the clinic (of course it was the weekend !). The examining doctor diagnosed a urinary tract infection and prescribed antibiotics. Within a day he was all cured. However, it was also apparent that my son’s foreskin had closed right up and was as tight as a newborn’s again. We had yet another family doctor who was happy that the infection had been cured so quickly, but was concerned with the fact that my son’s foreskin was no longer in the least bit retractable. He made an appointment with a urologist, who was reputedly one of the best in the city. I had this awful feeling of dread in my stomach that the news would not be good. I franticaly searched for information, and eventualy made contact with Marilyn Milos who had formed NOCIRC. She sent me the book “Say No to Circumcision.” It validated what I had felt all my life, but offered little help for our situation. Marilyn then put me into contact with both Dr John Taylor, who was doing research on the structure of the foreskin, and Dr James Snyder (a staunch opponent of infant circumcision). Both men encouraged me to avoid having my son circumcised. Dr Snyder was kind enough to send me a brief abstract from a paper published in China where inflatable baloon catheters were inserted into the tight preputial sphincter of boys diagnosed with phimosis. They reported almost 100% success rate in achieving full retractability. He also included information on the best types of catheters that might be used.

Five months later, the dreaded appointment came. The urologist briefly examined my son’s foreskin and declared that he would have to be circumcised. I showed him the material Dr Snyder had sent, but he arrogantly dismissed it. I asked if there was any other option. The answer was “No.”

In desparation, I asked, “Well, could you just remove the very tip and leave as much skin as possible”?

He replied: “No, that would lead to problems with healing and scar tissue.”

I argued and pleaded some more. The urologist handed us a glossy pamphlet lauding the benefits of circumcision as a preventative measure against penile cancer, and abruptly walked out. I felt absolutely devastated and refused to go back. My wife, however, felt that my son had a genuine problem, and that his condition needed to be rectified. Some time later she took him in and he was circumcised while under a general anaesthetic. He was eleven. He healed in a week or so. I still look at his grade 6 school picture and think how that was the year I let him down. That I should have fought harder. That, maybe, if we had left it alone things would have resolved on their own. In hindsight, I think we should have run out of that urologist’s office and never looked back. I so badly wanted him to grow up with a complete, intact, penis. To have what I had been denied.

I have apologised to him many times. He seems OK with it and just says that he is glad that it does not hurt to pee. He later revealed that he had suffered a couple of previous infections, but felt too embarrassed to tell us, and anyway they were not nearly as painful and quickly cleared up on their own. He says that he will not circumcise any sons that he may have. In fact a few years ago a good friend of his was pregnant and on the fence over whether to circumcise her son, and he encouraged her to have a talk with me. Her little guy is intact. I am proud of my son.

I was absolutely furious when I learned that there were other treatments that could have been tried with my son. I just feel sick at the depth of ignorance, misinformation and outright deceit that I, my son, and millions of others have been subjected to. It is depressing to know that none of us will ever have the opportunity of enjoying a sex life as full and wonderful as nature intended. Even worse than this is the fact that neither will our partners. I feel so guilty that I failed to protect my son’s genital integrity.

I also harbour a lot of anger directed at the medical profession. I have to ask what happened to the oath taken by all physicians: “First, do no harm”? I see a serious breach of ethics.

Sexually I went from a 10 to basically a zero and I did not really understand what was going on and had no idea what to do. I got into a deep dark depression and basically have been really depressed since then. I have gotten a little better and I am not so suicidal and self destructive anymore but it comes back to haunt me all the time. I have nightmares every once in a while. I just can’t believe people and doctors can completely ruin a person’s life like that and still get away with it. It does not make any sense at all.

I finally tried to sue but they said I waited too long. I wasted too much time locked up in my room being depressed and numb. If only I had known I could and looked into suing earlier. I joined the Pittsburgh chapter of National Organization of Restoring Men to get some kind of help. They assist men in non-surgical restoration of their foreskin. I’ve been restoring for 3 1/2 years, and have grown a lot of outer skin. I’m almost completely covered when flaccid. I started with t-tape and the pill tube method, and now using the Recap Inflatable and Recap Softy, which does a really good job at tugging. I have no increase in sensation, which is what I’m really worried about, and don’t know if I ever will. I’m just trying to be patient and to keep hoping that with time I will get something back. My brain still kinda remembers how unbelievably good it always felt being intact and how I so enjoyed it then, so that makes it even worse. I know it will never be like it was but any improvement of sensitivity is better than what it’s like now. This is definitely going to be a long journey and healing process.

I guess my story really started when I was young. Somewhere in my childhood I must have learned about circumcision as something that “gets done” to baby boys, “extra skin” that gets cut off the penis because it is “better” for them. I never questioned it as a child or teenager, it was the “norm”. Everyone in my family was circumcised (until I later learned that my mother’s father wasn’t!) and it was the expected thing to do. I too held the false thinking that boys who weren’t circumcised were “dirty”. I’m still to this day amazed that even as a young child, this thinking was so ingrained within me, as I’m sure it still is in those mothers/parents who continue to circumcise.

When I was in nursing school, one of my classmates did a presentation on the pros and cons of circumcision. I can remember her clearly saying, “Dude, there are just no pros to circumcision.” Even so, I can still remember thinking there must be since “everybody does it.” I remember being excited to have my turn to see a circumcision during my postpartum nursing school rotation. Please hear me when I tell you, I was horrified by what I saw. My role as a nursing student was to just stand there and observe. Now I am not somebody who gets squeamish or grossed out or anything, and I wouldn’t describe the procedure as gross, I would describe it as torture. It was a life changing experience for me and I need to tell you what it meant to me. I couldn’t believe what I was bearing witness to. This perfect new baby, his legs strapped down to a white plastic board called a circumstraint, betadine splashed on his genitals as the doctor jabbed him with a couple shots of lidocaine. The baby was screaming and as I watched the doctor quickly get to work with her tools a rush of weird sensations came over me. Every intuition in my body was screaming NO! It was like I was frozen and couldn’t move or speak. I didn’t want to look but I couldn’t look away. I watched the doctor repeatedly jam an instrument under the baby’s foreskin to separate it from the glans (which I later learned feels comparable to separating a fingernail from the finger by carving under it with a knife) After she separated it, she was able to cut around circmference of the penis and remove the foreskin. And then she tossed it in the trash like it was a worthless piece of skin.

When I got home that day, it was all I could think about, that poor baby and the glazed look he had in his eyes after the procedure, like he had given up, had been defeated. I couldn’t believe this procedure had become a routine thing to do to babies. I felt awful knowing that men in my life had endured this procedure. It was one of the first things they had had done to them. Some welcome to the world. And just because they can’t remember doesn’t make it right. I tried to describe to my husband that day what I had seen and told him that I could never do that to my baby. We didn’t really talk much more about it since we were still a few years away from starting a family.

Fast forward to when I became a post-partum nurse. Luckily, working nights I never had to deal with a circumcision taking place, but I did have to take care of babies in the nursery who had been circumcised earlier that day. You could tell which boys had been circumcised. They were the ones that awakened with a scream as they peed. No doubt it stung their fresh wound. It was during that time that I entered my second trimester with Noah. My motherly instincts must have been in overdrive. I remember knowing that I would never let my baby hurt like those poor babies. I took those weeks to do some internet research and my husband and I both read a couple of books that one of our doctors had donated to the postpartum unit. The Hidden Trauma of Circumcision, and Circumcision: What Your Doctor May NOT Tell You About. Everything I learned further cemented in me that circumcision is wrong. I remember the day we found out we were expecting a boy. We were so excited and felt so blessed. There was never a dilemma as to whether or not he would be circumcised. We were, and still are, at peace that both of our boys have their whole perfect bodies. It horrifies me me knowing what I know now, that had I not gone into nursing, I may never have explored circumcision and I would have “just done it.” I am so grateful I am a mother who found out before it was too late.

I have been researching circumcision information for 6 years now and try to keep up with the lastest studies and statistics. I have tried in the past to gently share this information with some friends and some family and some patients….and sometimes I just don’t have “the fight” in me or the know-how to talk to certain people about it. I am sad to say that there are some people I never even tried to educate, and now it’s too late. It can definitely be a hard topic to bring up with some people, it has taken me years to realize that sometimes social conformity is more powerful than me, but to not be afraid and to not be silent. I hate feeling sad when I hear someone is having a boy just because I’m sure they’ll circumcise him. I hate feeling that because as the mother of two little boys, I know that little boys are amazing little people with or without intact genitals. I’m not some “crazy hippy” and parents who don’t circumcise their boys aren’t part of some “tree-hugging cult” or bizzare stuff that pro-circumcision people sometimes spout off because the truth is too painful to fully comprehend.

I am a firm believer of when you know better, you do better. I’m sharing my story with you, because if life hadn’t taken me down the path that it did, I may not have learned the truth about circumcision. I just can’t fathom this barbaric “custom” going on for another generation. I can’t be silent anymore.

From what I can tell he has had the foreskin removed as well as some of the skin from the shaft rendering this area numb effectively. I was amazed too that he has never discussed his parents decision with them, as personally I would be angry and hurt that someone had made this life changing decision for me at such a young age.

From a woman’s perspective, I can see no benefit from circumcision. If men were not meant to have a foreskin they wouldn’t have been born with it and I truly believe you shouldn’t mess with what nature provides us. I’m saddened that men have to live with the results of their parent’s decisions and the impact that this choice can have on their sexual relationships.

(Ed: Circumcision regularly removes three-fourths of penile sensitivity.)

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.)

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 had the same type penis that the counselor had. I was staring so intently at the counselor’s penis he came over to me and asked me what I was looking at. Being so young I just said “I’m sorry sir…but is there something wrong with you? ” as I pointed to his penis and looked away. He replied “You have been circumcised and I have not.” So then I started to ask myself a lot of questions.

Being a gay man, when I was starting to date other men, one particular man I started to see was intact. He explained to me how the foreskin worked and it’s purpose. During sex I can remember him just shuddering with ecstacy as our evening progressed. I was so envious as I never seem to enjoy the pleasure of an orgasm as much as he did. I was so frustrated and angry, and I felt so deprived that anyone could do such a thing to any man let alone me. I wanted so much to be like a intact man.

I bought my first computer 8 years ago. About a year later as the technology rapidly advanced with the search engines, I looked up everything that I could find about the foreskin. I stumbled upon a video of a baby being circumcised. I almost threw up. The screams, blood, the little body wretching, my God it was horrible. I just couldn’t believe that it was done to me.

Strapping a newborn infant male to a board and lopping off his foreskin. How barbaric. If that was a infant girl you would have every person in the world protesting that type of inhumane procedure. I say it should be mandatory that every expectant mother watch a video of a baby boy being circumcised. And if they still want to go ahead with it, the mother should be psychologically evaluated . No infant should be brought into this world and expeirience that pain and torture.

The next website I stumbled onto was about foreskin restoration. I think this was one of the happiest days of my life. I started immediately with the cross tape method where this is the first stage to restoration. The first time I had the shaft skin taped over my glans, I can only describe it as: “This is the way it should be”. With the skin over the glans, I suddenly had this immense feeling of calmness run through my body. I found myself smiling more and for the first time since I can remember. I was not constantly reminded of my penis rubbing against my underwear. I could run, walk, or jog with total comfort. I never thought about my penis until I had to urinate. It is where it belongs, covered and back to being an internal organ.

In less than a week the glans of my penis became alive. It began to get so sensitive that I couldn’t ever leave it uncovered again. After about 5 days I masturbated and achieved an orgasm like I never had in my life. From that point on I knew I was going to restore my foreskin no matter how long it took.

I tried all sorts of devices. I am starting to gain more skin coverage this past year. Even if some how I never gain full coverage I will be thankfull that I have regained more sensitivity then I ever thought I could. Most of the devices are so comfortable once you achieve enough skin to use them, you almost don’t know they’re on. And it feels good because you know that someday you will have back what you lost in a couple of seconds.

That’s my story. I will leave you with this thought: All males are BORN WITH A FORESKIN. It’s there for a reason.
PARENTS : LEAVE IT ALONE.

The day after I had him my fiance’s parents and sister came to visit me and my son in the hospital. His father said to me, “I heard you ain’t gonna get him cut.” His exact words!

And I said, “No…”

He then said, “I hope you know that boy’s gonna cuss you for the rest of his life.”

After they left I cried for hours. I didnt know what to do. I was lost! I didnt want my son to hate me. The whole thing made me phisically sick to my stomach; the stress of such a decision. So I asked his doctor. and she told me I should do it because his little peepee was so small.

So I did it when he was 3 weeks old, and here is what happened. The nurse called us back to the room, we went in and the doctor came in right behind us. They told me to go back to the waiting room and they would be back in about 20 minutes. I went out and stared at the clock. About 7 minutes later the nurse came out of the double doors and told me to come on back so I did. As soon as I got to the doors I could hear my baby screaming, and my heart sank. I walked in the room, my baby was still strapped to the table. He was screaming so loud and hard he was dark, dark purple, and there was blood everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The nurse looked at me and told me she couldn’t get him to stop bleeding. She applied pressure for a few minutes then but a bandage on it and wrapped it up and sent us home. As soon as I got home I showed it to my mom who is a nurse and worked on the Labor & Delivery floor for a long time so she has seen her share of circ’s. She looked at it and said OMG they didnt do it right. His whole diaper was FULL of blood. So we went right back to the doctor’s office. They applied pressure for what seemed like forever. After the nurse gave up on that she went and got the other 3 doctor’s who are in that same practice. One would come in and look and walk back out, another one would come in and look then go back out, then the other one came back in and looked again, back and forth, and back and forth, and not saying one word to me. FINALLY, one of them said to me, “So you don’t worry all night about the bleeding we are going to send you to a surgeon across the street to cauterize the vein.”

So across the street we went. As soon as the docdtor took off his diaper he knew what they did. They cut ALL of the skin off the shaft of his penis, he had NONE left. The surgeon had to do surgery on him to sew his penis back together to stop the bleeding. Since there was no skin left he had to sew the top of his penis to baby fat that surronded the base. Because he had to use baby fat it is now bumpy and uneven. My baby has to have future surgeries! And I am so depressed!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel like a awful person just because I let someone’s words get to me. My son almost died!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The doctor that did it never told me what happened!

Why raped? Well, circumcision is a sexual assault of unparalleled proportions, I think only castration could compare.

Why repeatedly? Well, every time I looked at my penis I was reminded of the assault, it had been marked in my flesh so I could never forget.

Why parents? Well, they are supposed to protect you from harm as a child. When these people actively cause you harm it is the greatest betrayal.

I am, so far as I know, the first South African foreskin restorer (by non-surgical means anyway) and the only South African to have completed a foreskin restoration. I could write a book on my journey from intactness through 27 years of feeling like half a man, less than a whole person, damaged goods, and wondering how great it must feel to have a whole body (something I thought I could never know), through restoration and back to intactness. Restoration to me was as much about restoring my mind as it was about restoring my body. It was also great to feel that I was showing a huge “middle finger” to my parents and the whole medical fraternity who thought that was they had done to me was permanent and out of my control.

I was born in Cape Town on the mid-sixties. I don’t know when I was butchered, but I’ve tried to find out. This way I would know how long I was a complete human being before my joy for life was brutally cut short. Unfortunately my birth records have been destroyed, and I have never been able to talk to my mother about it.

When I was 5, I had a friend come and sleep over for the first time. After we had bathed together and we were getting into our pajamas in my room he asked me if I knew why we didn’t look the same. I really hadn’t noticed or thought about it up till that point. I said I didn’t know. He told me that when I was a baby the doctor had cut off part of my penis. I didn’t believe him, I told him that wasn’t true and that I had been born the way I was. He insisted that I was wrong. I ran to my mother and asked her. She confirmed that “a little piece of skin had been cut off”. I was shattered. I can remember all of this like it was yesterday—that feeling of dismay and disbelief. From that moment on there were two kinds of boys—real boys and cut boys like me. I can’t remember anything more about that evening. I have struggled with depression most of my life and I believe it started that evening.

Throughout my school career I kept quiet about my feelings but I always noticed who was a real boy and who was not. Using a public changing room or shower was torture for me, despite the fact that that most of my peers were cut. One would think that I would feel comfortable being one of the majority, but I was not. I longed to be one of those few boys who would walk into the shower proudly sporting a long dangling foreskin! I was in boarding school from std (grade) 6 to 10. I used to shower early in the morning when everyone else was asleep.

Throughout my life I tried to figure out ways to restore myself. I always dreamed of getting a foreskin transplant as a young child, it was the only way I could think of to get back what was taken from me. When I was 14 I remember taping myself. I pulled my remaining skin forward and taped it over my glans. Two problems though—I only had electrical insulation tape so it wasn’t very comfortable and it popped of after not very long. Second, as I was cut rather tight the skin didn’t cover my whole glans, so the tape stuck to my glans where it was not covered—not very comfortable. I didn’t know at the time that if I had found the right tape, and persisted with it, I would actually grow a foreskin back.

At age 21, after spending three years speaking to shrinks, I was finally able to tell one of them what was really on my mind. While it was great to finally be able to talk to someone after suffering in silence for all of my life, it didn’t do much to relieve my distress and anger about my circumcision. He told me that he had never heard of this before and that it was in none of the books he had studied, etc. It was like there was something wrong with me because I hated being circumcised. Now of course I understand that this is a very normal reaction to a violation of this kind and that there was nothing wrong with me at all, but the societal “blackmail” to be grateful that you are circumcised and never to dare speak a word against it was overwhelming. If you dared suggest that you were anything but overjoyed to be circumcised there had to be something wrong with you and you needed psychiatric attention. What a load of trash! What was really unbelievable was the pressure that I witnessed this “arse about face” thinking put on perfectly healthy intact guys. Some actually began to think they were dirty and wished they were circumcised. Not only the circumcised are victims of this revolting practice.

When I was 27-years-old, I discovered the internet and searched for info on circumcision (with some trepidation) and found an internet site all about ending circumcision and instructions on non-surgical restoration. It took me quite some time to get over finding out that I was not the only one who hated being circumcised and wanting to be restored. I got a lot of support from other guys I met via the web page. I started my restoration.

At first I started with the only method we knew back then, taping the remaining skin forward. Mainly this would just keep the glans covered and moist, stretching and skin growth would really only occur during nocturnal erections. This method is very slow but it was a great experience for me. I remember my glans changed colour from a dull pink to a deep healthy purple. At the end of the day, if I had remained covered, I could detect an odour when changing my tape, after a while I also began to produce some smegma. Each of these events was hugely exciting for me and I began to feel like a real person again. My confidence grew and the restoration process had a positive effect on everything I did.

Soon after that the T-Tape method came out and in 1994 I began in earnest with T-Taping. The skin growth rate was incredible compared to the ordinary taping I’d done before and using the toilet was even much easier (you don’t have to pull the tape off to go). It wasn’t long before I was using foam cones with the T-Tape because there was so much skin beyond the glans when under tension that it would fold up and pinch. By 1998 I had full coverage while flaccid and a nice ‘gliding’ skin system while erect.

I stopped in 1998, not because I think I have finished restoring (I can always do with more skin), but because I had achieved what I needed to…

• An inner peace, wholeness and confidence I never knew before
• An “up yours” to those cut and allowed me to be cut
• Being able to ‘glide’ and not ‘rub’ during sex
• To have to retract before urinating (I can never get used to that!)
• Smegma!
• And best of all, TO WALK INTO A PUBLIC SHOWER PROUDLY SHOWING OFF MY FORESKIN