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Foreskin and several years from now | page 1, 2
His poor penis looked miserable, strained and reddened, like it was struggling in some Torquemada-inspired mechanism from the Oscar Mayer Inquisition. "Oh, God! Does it hurt?" I asked, trying not to scream. "Not too much. It's a little sore." A few weeks later came the Formal -- so named because at a distance it appeared as though my husband was wearing a long, black necktie. One rather tight elastic loop fitted around his neck, with the remainder of the strap trailing down his chest and belly to the taped penis. I have a fondness for this model because it's the only one I laughed at out loud -- to his face, anyway. It just looked so damned dangerous. What if the loop suddenly cut off his air somehow, like when he was driving? "If you have an accident with that thing on," I remarked, "don't expect me to come claim your body." After the first full day of wearing the Formal, my husband seemed to be hobbling around more than usual. He said his penis was once again sore from the constant "attention." Seconds later, our 4-year-old bounded into the room, jumped on my husband's lap, yanked the elastic strap and said, "Hey! What's THIS?" I'd never seen a person completely fold in half so quickly. Finally, after a brief trial- While waiting for my husband to grow disenchanted with his project, I did a little independent tugger research of my own. According to statistics provided by NORM (the National Organization of Restoring Men), there are approximately 18,000 known tuggers, as well as countless more unreported members (ahem), mostly in the United States. Printed along with the statistics were stories promising the heightened glans sensation to which my husband had referred, as well as details regarding a much-desired effect known as the "gliding sensation," a perk that occurs during sex. Apparently, once the restored penis is inserted, the extra skin on its shaft causes the exterior to remain relatively static while the interior of the shaft does its business. This gliding effect, done with little or no friction, is purportedly much more pleasurable for both sex partners. Could be interesting, I thought. Like my husband, some tuggers are using the elastic strap method to stretch the skin around their penises, while others are reportedly donning outrageous Monty Python-like contraptions -- from old fishing weights that accidentally fall down and out of a pant leg during board meetings, to detached mouthpieces lifted from old trumpets, trombones and tubas. (Blow jobs will just never be the same.) One discovery that has definitely managed to quiet the sarcastic witch living inside of me is the impressive electronic support system available to tuggers. Dwelling happily on the Internet is a well-established cyber community where learned members share advice, helpful hints and even personal photos of the restorative process. Savvy members are known to pepper their posts with the trademark signoff, "K.O.T." (Keep On Tuggin') or with special Tugger emoticons concocted and recognized by the group: Uncircumcised ====>
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It's been almost a year since my husband began his quest for a foreskin. Aside from the occasional, "Not tonight, honey, I've got a dick ache," our sex life remains as healthy, active and normal as ever. There is the occasional dash from sight to disassemble the foreskin machine, but I've grown accustomed to it. I've also grown accustomed to him going through more medical tape than an ER and spending as much time in the bathroom as a pre-pubescent schoolgirl. I imagine that he, in turn, has grown accustomed to my occasional comments, like, "How's the slingshot this morning?" and "Could you unhinge your iron maiden so we can have sex?" The only thing I'm not sure has grown, however, is his foreskin. Although from my vantage point his penis appears exactly as it did when he started the project (he swears there's been marked progress), I do wonder what it will look like when the process is complete. Will I find its floppy little turtleneck of skin enticing? Will my husband have the wherewithal and dedication to see this day- Also, since circumcision continues to be a routine procedure, I can't help but wonder if tugging might eventually become a mainstream interest. Can we expect a full array of Tugger-related products? Tugger Brand Tape? Wear Your Device To Work Day? "Tugging for Dummies"? Whatever happens, I'm confident that I'll be kept in the know through the regular consumption of men's group leaflets.
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About the writer Sound off Related Salon stories Circumcision in America How did a medically pointless procedure become a routine practice performed on a majority of American males? Foreskin or against it? Is circumcision the unkindest cut of all? Long and short of it The search for the "inner penis" can involve botched surgery, dangling weights and pain.
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