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In Praise of the Foreskin
Nature’s perfect turtleneck
I am not going to address the insane controversy around circumcision. How anyone can think that cutting the genitals of non-consenting children and infants of either sex is in any way a good idea absolutely staggers me. Bad idea. Stop doing it. Everyone. Everywhere. Just stop.
What I am going to do is extol the virtues of the foreskin. And they are plentiful.
Unusual for a woman growing up in the US in the latter quarter of the 20th century I’ve had several intact lovers, the first when I was in my 20’s. George may have escaped the scalpel because his father was a Greek immigrant. I have a dim recollection of being fascinated, sliding that lovely mobile sleeve of skin up and down the shaft, playing with the folds that hid and protected the silky head of his cock.
Many years and many circumcised penises later I met Martin, an Anglo-Irish man who, due to where and when he was born, got to keep his foreskin. I was delighted. Given I live in New York and Martin lived in Prague, yeah, that one was never going to go very far but it was marvelous while it lasted.
And now my current partner in life, crime, and art is intact. When the nurses came to take him for the routine circumcision that is still happening in hospitals throughout this country, AleXander’s…
