Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
The Cloven Hoof Club
“Well, welcome to the Cloven Hoof Club,” I say.
My friend has just had himself circumcised, shudder. And they call us barbarians.
Why? Dunesk. It's none of yours, either. The key factor is that he chose it for himself.
Medical necessity aside, that's the only situation in which, in my opinion, circumcision is morally acceptable. At all other times—tribal tradition notwithstanding—it's wrong. Always. No exceptions.
Talk about sexual violence against children. When I hear about how much better men have it, I always want to ask: Yeah, and which part of your genitals did they cut off as a child?
Genital mutilation is never a decision that anyone has the right to make for anyone other than themselves. I forgive my parents for making that decision for me, but I wish deeply that they hadn't.
I'm happy for my friend, though; I know that it's something that he's wanted for a while. Gods know, you'd have to.
“Wish they did transplants, though,” I add.
Circumcised? Wish you hadn't been?
https://www.restoringforeskin.org/
Some wrongs can be righted.
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