Ever since Tumblr shot itself in the foot the circsex community kind of scattered.
If you haven’t found them yet – here are a few places we have regrouped.
First of all to be selfish come find me on Twitter at twitter.com/cutcuteguys (there are quite a few circumsexuals on Twitter and I find them and follow whenever I can) and reddit.com/user/tedmspmn
Speaking of Reddit there are two main circumfetish groups, with a lot of overlap in membership. I a mod on one of them. At this point they are both private so you will need to request membership.
Finally went thru with it. I went so far as to fly to Atlanta, something that I would never have done otherwise. I rented a hotel for two nights and went to the surgeon to get cut. Arriving there was alright, I wasn’t even thinking on the surgery I distracted myself with everything else in Atlanta. I went to the World of Coca Cola, tried Tacomac and went back to the hotel. Took lots of pictures before the surgery that I was about to go thru…
Then the day finally came. I was so nervous and a bit scared. I finally go there to the waiting room, they were already for me. They knew my name and everything was all set up in the operating room in the back all set for me. While I was waiting for my name to be called I was a ball of nerves. People from Reddit that knew I was getting this operation done knew what was going thru my mind and they were so lovely and helpful. It felt strange getting help from random strangers. A friend came with me and I’m extremely thankful for that, having someone physical there supporting you every step of the way is definitely better. The online people seemed to me to be something like it I felt like they were right there with me. They are going to go thru the same thing in a few months I want to be there for them as well.
During the consultation I spoke to the surgeon and he was willing to hear me out, see pictures and didn’t judge me at all. After I thought I relayed my message in the most eloquent way I could, I was sent to the operating room. I was all prepped and sterilized with betadine solution and then the assistant was just there waiting for the surgeon to come in. I was dreading the initial injection; I’ve heard is the most painful part of the whole operation. I asked the assistant, who seemed to be about my age, he told me that it does hurt but that it goes out fairly quickly. The whole thing was weird because there I am laying in an operating table with a light shinning at my half naked body and having a total normal conversation with a guy I just met.
The doctor finally came in and inspected my penis. He was handling it and asking me question about the placement of the scar and everything to make sure I got the best cosmetic result. I could not feel the whole handling of the doctor but my penis did react to it even though I didn’t feel a thing. So there is a doctor handling my half boner and asking me questions while I was just there trying to ignore the fact that I was getting a boner that I could not feel. The usual operation time is about 40 minutes but it took two to one and a half hours for me to finally finish. He had to take a couple of stitches out because they didn’t look right and in his words, he “was too picky and want[ed] this to be completely perfect” it came down to the frenulum and he in a way convinced me to cut it. In a very non bias way he in his own experience and based on my own anatomy said that it could go with or without the frenulum but that it would definitely look better without it because it was going to be a really smooth transition between my inner and outer foreskin so the frenulum absent will heal beautifully. He said there might not even be a scar at all given the fact that I have “good skin.” In his opinion my skin was “good” because there was no scarring and there was a very define anatomy, he could see the veins and arteries before he cut them so he could move them where he needed them and he could cauterize any bleeding before it started. He said that I didn’t bleed at all, any of the blood that was there was the blood that was already in the skin as he was cutting so it made this operation a fairly easy to do. It only took long because he had to take off a couple sutures and had to re-stitch them to make sure everything was just perfect. Also for some reason, and I’ve experienced this before when I had my wisdom teeth removed about 3 weeks before, I’m immune to the anesthetic. As he was trying to cauterize the frenulum my leg jumped and hit the tool tray at the operating table. This was caused because I completely felt the electrocautery-tool as it burned. It was a really sharp electric pain but it quickly went away. The surgeon was very surprised at this so he added more anesthetic but again I could feel it. It took five tries for him to finally anesthetize the region; he said that there was probably a nerve running from the glans to the frenulum so he finally found it and anesthetized it. He then proceeded to cut the tension point in the frenulum. He asked for my opinion on the look of it, which I was stupidly pointing at it without my hands being sterile. He quickly told me to be careful and not touch anything but he did what I wanted exactly.
After everything was all done I was wrapped in a really tight bandage that I’m supposed to keep for about 10 days and make sure I keep it dry with some dry un-lubricated condoms that he provided. The surgeon left the room and the assistant handed me some baby wipes to help me clean up all the betadine out of my legs balls and pelvis. He told me that I could dress now and before I left I asked him if it was ok to take a picture. He non-shallantly said “whatever makes you happy man, some people take it with them” I laughed and told him “I highly doubt this is TSA approved.” I then went to the pharmacy to get the antibiotics they gave me and the percoset I was prescribed. To be completely honest I didn’t need the pain killers. The pain was from 1-10 it was a 1 to sometimes a 2, a bit uncomfortable but not at all super painful. We decided to go to the Atlanta Aquarium afterwards and we took advantage of the fact that I had the doctor’s paper to get a wheel chair. My friend rolled me around the aquarium and we got priority to everything because of the handicap signs. While in the aquarium I could see other guys and for once in my life, after many many years I was not concerned on whether or not they were uncut or cut. That has been the whole reason why I went to get this surgery. This surgery was such an obsession that it didn’t allow me to continue with my life without me spending time looking, researching, wondering about each guys circumcision status and dreading mine. I needed this surgery for my own mental stability. Now I’m here at home recuperating and I have to go back to work but to be honest it seems that I am “cured” I can now focus on other things and aspects of my life. It still weird to say “I am circumcised” but I can finally say yes I am so what? I’m quite happy this is becoming a thing of the past now and I can focus more energy into other more fulfilling things in my life. This doesn’t run my life … anymore.
Nice to hear he was detailed and took the frenulum
Too bad he couldn’t feed his foreskin to the fishes.
This is why RIC is best so a guy never has to stress over doing it later.
“I was circumcised while I was in a coma due to repeat infections. I didn’t want to be, I didn’t ask to be. Would I have been circumcised if I got asked. Probably not. However now that I am circumcised am I happy. Fuck yeah. Sex is so much better there is no way I would reverse my circumcision.”
- Steve by message
This. I’ve often fantasized about having a circumcision done suddenly to me without the chance to stop it or chicken out.
I started this blog three years ago (exactly- December 8th 2015) at a time when I felt unheard, broken, and angry. There are a lot reasons people typed “circumcision” into tumblr for the first time. Some for the thrill of sexual fantasy, some a search for understanding, some a desire to be something they weren’t. But some, like me, felt a mix of all of that yet also an unvoiced sense that the values and views they have about the natural male body are not representative in society. And the forced surgeries we didn’t consent to were symptomatic of that social view. To me there always was a pureness in the male form. Its inherent beauty found in its natural state. I had a pride in that, an interconnectedness with my twin. After being circumcised I felt divided. I felt divided from him, but also from my vision of masculinity. And part of that morphed into a turn on. That one act could have so much power. I was forcibly made something else, and I didn’t know what that was, or wasn’t.
This blog (clearly) was never a “woe is me” tale. I am not whining here. In the end what happened to me is a fact of life for boys all over the world. No choice, no voice, just submission. But over three years I’ve had a large array of posts that finally allowed me to explore how a forced circumcision effected me. My views of identity, gender, sex, and social norms. It allowed me to learn a lot from other people too. It allowed me to explore the duality of the sense of injustice I felt (and that many boys experience to this day) yet also circumcisions sexual nature, its vulnerability.
From this blog I was able to see there are a minority of men, totally intact, who have a strong longing, a deep desire to be circumcised. Which confused me until I realized we actually wanted the same thing- to have a voice in what happens to our own bodies. A voice that reconfirmed a sense of identity. And how under certain circumstances circumcision could be sexually empowering!!
From this blog I learned it’s not uncommon for older boys to submit to circumcision even though they don’t want to or just uncertain, because they feel like they don’t have any other choice. And after either just keep silent, or learning to live with it, saying “there are worse things.”
From this blog I advised and counseled men and boys who were worried they NEEDED circumcision by a medical establishment (in the US and UK) that prescribe the surgery as a catch all solution without considering the individual values a patient may have- and helped them find other options. I helped some men figure out that what they wanted was to get cut, and some who didn’t.
And yeah, this was also a porn blog. So much of what ties men to their favorite appendage is sexual, and sometimes the most effective way of dealing with repressed complicated feelings is exploring them sexually first. Which is what I have often done. By the end of things I had 3,020 followers. And I imagine a good many of those men and women squirted and cummed to the things I wrote, and that makes me happy- because sex and sexual exploration is not only good and healthy- it’s fundamental to being a complete human. (Unless you are asexual of course). Hell the whole start of circumcision in the western world came from a Victorian society that viewed sex as something that was wrong. And how to stop little boys from masturbating. So obviously I disagree with the new polices of Tumblr and the rest of the more corporatized internet. Especially as Tumblr became the platform for unvoiced sexual expression online.
In many ways this marks an end of an era. For myself I am in a much healthier place. I realized FOR ME my circumcision was a trauma. I also learned my trauma is not my identity. I may have not been able to have a voice in what happened to my body, but scars and cut flesh was never what defined me. My trauma was just thinking that it did. That being said, my journey is in no way complete, but the medium I need to navigate it has. Which is why I am excited about starting a new chapter on reddit.
This blog became about more than just figuring myself out, but helping guys navigate this subject in a society that provides no council besides the actions of a scalpels blade. And the truth is, so much more is needed. Men need to know the history behind circumcision. The facts of male anatomy. They need to know this cultural demand is one they can entirely reject, or happily embrace.
Circumcision has ALWAYS been an act that divided and silenced. Divides between caste, class, religion, culture, and tribe. The nature of circumcision silenced discussion and created hard realities that were mostly cultural fabrications. It never nurtured individual voices. Which is why I am starting a new subreddit intended to open a dialogue among people (especially men and boys) about circumcision. But more on that in a future post coming soon! (like actually soon…)
I hope that reddit can become a place of multiple circumcision subreddits. Each with their own unique perspective. Some more sexy, some cock worship, womens perspective, gay, etc. In the same way each Tumblr focused on a slightly different views.
CONTACT INFO:
Circumcision subreddits so far:
r/circumsexual
r/circumcisionjerk
r/circumcision
r/———. : the one I’m creating, name coming soon!
My contact info:
kik: wheatfieldss
Reddit username: u/choppedwheatfields
Also I am keeping this blog open after they gut most of the posts. I may still post here from time to time. So feel free to contact me here through messenger. Also if you want my email, ask me through that.
Again, thank you to everyone who helped me figure myself out, thank you to everyone who subscribed to my tumblr, who made this an engaging community. And to all the guys out there who are still figuring things out- you will find a way to self empowerment. And know one scalpels cut won’t fix you or destroy you. Only you can do that.
The details are what always fascinates me about the natural penis, because the details is the unknown to me as a circumcised guy. Circumcision strips boys of their uniqueness, their penises identity, and turns it into a uniformly shaped, desensitized- dildo dick. Where detail once existed on my dick now rests muted scar tissue. Ready to fulfill someone else sexual needs.
When I was a kid at swim meets I would always try and see if I could tell which boys were cut or not through their speedos. It was always easier if the boys on the other team were subjected to wearing lighter colored speedos as when they got wet they became more see threw. But with that flag on his speedo its pretty obvious he’s packing a foreskin!
So its Friday again. Next week you will get more of my story, I wanted to write this little summary of how I feel now. So you have a better sense of the stakes that are at play when you read the rest of the story. So you understand what got removed. Its not just my foreskin, but my opinions on dominance, submission and where I will exist in the social order as that boy (me) grows up. This is why circumcision is so powerful, it controls, defines and chains you into a place. Sexy, scary, horrifying, and some may say wonderful…. Anyway here is this weeks installment:
Part 2, The Stakes:
He knew nothing of what could be, but only what couldn’t. Locked into the perspective of what the knife had done, what it had limited him to, his manhood, his sense of self was diminished into the perspective of what his cutter wanted him to be. More than his sexual ability, more than the tribal nature of it all- his cut locked him into the world view of a culture that cuts. That THIS was what was good, and what was good, was for him to have less of himself- to not be what’s natural- but what is socially demanded. In this world, his native sense of sense was foreign, how he was born was deemed ugly and “extra”. To be what he became was to submit to something he wasn’t, but also to not consider what was done to him as submission. This world view was to view the altered, the diminished- as normal. So he instead existed between worlds. Not all too comfortable with what they made him, but also unaware of what he fully was. He existed in an indescribable place to anyone who wasn’t born there. Because birth is where you gain your sense of self. For many that evolves from a point of realization of what was always there since utero. But for him and many men in America, birth was the moment the knife cut through skin and what they became was not what they were, but what they were forced to be.
As a 12 year old boy I would have killed to have this diagram! In Sex Ed class in schools in America they should cut the crap of pretending the cut dick is natural and never talking about circumcision. But instead whip out this diagram for all the boys and girls so little Tommy can know kind of cut he has! The boys might have to endure some sadistic giggles from the girls, but it sure would be informative!
You’re a volunteer nurse standing in a high school gym which has been converted into a field hospital for this year’s circumcisions. Upper-form guys, your classmates, stand nervous and embarrassed in their disposable medical gowns in lines waiting to be processed. Each of them shifts apprehensively when they hear the occasional cry of pain muffled by the hand of a nurse from the screened-off booths. It’s felt to be a waste of resources to use anaesthetic when the clamp cuts off feeling after it’s been tightened anyway.
The next guy comes in as you finish tidying up, and Grace, one of your two assistants, both best friends of yours, asks him to take his gown off and sit on the reclining chair. You turn around as he’s nervously pulling off his gown, exposing his toned physique, and realise that it’s Bobby Buchanan; the ex-boyfriend of you and about half the track and field team. If you hadn’t moved away for six months before returning home when the startup your mother was working at went bust, you would probably still be his girlfriend now. He was a gentle boyfriend, kind and interested in more than just checking off “bases” like many boys you’d dated. He even went down on you, something most guys weren’t willing to do for an uncircumcised girl.
If it weren’t for both of you being uncut and thus not full adults, you might have let him be your first. But you were both good kids. He wouldn’t have asked you to do something that unclean and humiliating, even if you might have said yes.
As it was, he seemed happy enough with the slightly awkward tugjobs you gave him, as well as the thing that you made him promise he wouldnever tell anyone about- your reputation would never recover if anyone found out that you’d let a dirty uncut dick into your mouth! Though honestly, after having been so close to it so many times, you weren’t sure what all the fuss was about… Tradition was tradition, you supposed. Plus, you’d want him to be able to last a bit longer than five minutes if you ever took him into your bed!
More nights than you cared to admit to anyone but the best friends who were standing beside you now, you’d masturbated whilst imagining what that might be like. These nightly efforts were increasingly accompanied by a certain amount of trepidation; your womanhood ritual was only six months away. You wondered what it would feel like to touch yourself (or be touched) without the soft, protective hood around your most sensitive spot. Your elder sister had told you that was what it was originally intended for; to stop girls from masturbating once they became women, although in the modern age of moisturising lotion and the vibrator that was quite a tall order! She’d also told you that sex still felt just as good, although she’d only blushed when you asked her how she knew that.
Bobby is too nervous to meet your eyes as he hands his gown to you.
After a brief hesitation he sits down in the reclining chair and surrenders his arms and legs to your best friends, Allison and Grace, who move them into the correct positions and then tighten the restraints around them. You and Allison put on a new pair of latex gloves whilst Grace begins stroking his hair and whispering soothing nothings, and the next stage of the ritual is ready to begin.
Pulling down his foreskin gently but firmly, Allison grins to you as you squeeze a dollop of cold gel into your gloved palm. It’s been a part of the ritual since time immemorial that young men must first be “emptied” before they are cut -you don’t understand it but you suppose it gives them one thing to look forward to at least, even if it does necessitate a bit of clean-up afterwards. You’re pretty sure that for some of the guys you’ve seen here today, it was their first.
After the traditional herbal tea that all the young men had to drink in the antechamber, Bobby was already rock hard. His cock stands to attention at a nicely thick seven inches, with a very pronounced head that would usually be about halfway covered by his foreskin. If Allison weren’t currently holding it down so tightly that he was having to bite his lip, that is.
You begin to massage the gel into his taut member, paying special attention to the area just underneath his glans, his favourite spot back when you were together. He groans and Grace puts a gloved hand over his mouth, muffling the sound in a part of the ritual that goes back to when it used to be conducted in huts. You smile to yourself and begin circling your thumb around his frenulum; something that unlike his grandfather’s generation, he would be allowed to keep today.
You were going to make this feel as good for him as you could. And after what came next, after he’d healed, you might just ask him if he wanted to go and catch a film together sometime.
You take over Allison’s grip at the base of his shaft with your left hand as she turns around to the table behind her. You hear a ripping sound as she removes the sterilized disposable clamp from its plastic wrapper. You feel the shiver throughout Bobby’s body travel right to the base of his cock as he hears the sound too.
You increase the pace of your stroking just a little, eliciting another muffled groan.
He meets your eyes.
You can see him try to speak despite being muffled by your friend, and you ask Grace to take her hand away.
“Stacey… I wanted to opt out…”
You slow down but don’t stop your rhythm as he continues.
“Please don’t do it. I’m scared.”
…
What do you say?
************************************** Simple. I smile sweetly at the dear boy as I make this stroking the best he’ll ever have. I then lean down and kiss his lips softly, sensually before leaning down next to his ear and erotically whispering “Too bad.” Then his mouth is quickly covered again!
Wonder why you are cut? Look into those eyes and see why. These are the eyes of influence. Direct influence which leads to indirect influence. Influence of a peer on to another girl, of a partner on her man. Influence of desire, influence of envy. The influenced become doctors, nurses, fathers, mothers, and friends. People want to please the ghosts of their pasts. Want to know why you are cut, restitched and modified. Look into a pair of beautiful eyes and know it’s because of them.
Nice cute blonde guy, with long, floppy, and super sensitive foreskin. This very easily could have been me if my doctor didn’t convince my parents to have me circumcised. If I knew what was happening I would have begged to keep my foreskin. But boys are not allowed to make such requests, so I doubt it would have mattered. Either way, I was so close!!
This picture perfectly captures that feeling of when someone you know who has been trying to figure out your circ status- and finds out you’re cut. It feels like your suddenly naked and exposed in front of them- even if you are fully dressed. Happened to me for the first time when I was 17, I was drinking with a group of friends at school and this girl flat out asks me. Everyone is looking at me and giggling. I stand awkwardly silent when a boy who I was on a sports team with blurted out “Yeah, he’s circumcised.”
