Foreskin Pride

I live in Indianapolis, Indiana and yesterday (June 10th) was the date of our annual Gay Pride celebration. I enjoy going with my husband, my brother and his wife, and whomever else we can drag along with us. It’s always a good time and quite family friendly – which I think most people don’t expect.

Speaking of things unexpected, this year I ran into someone who might be considered something of a celebrity in the restoration community. His name is Ron Low ( INFO SITE HERE ) and I first learned of him only after beginning my own restoration efforts and only as the inventor of the TLC Tugger ( click here to learn about that ) – which I’ve written about and linked to before. But he’s clearly more than just a guy who came up with a means for men to restore their foreskin. He’s an intactivist – someone who speaks against circumcision publicly.

As with many other Gay Pride fests, there are a number of vendors present – organizations who pay a fee in order to access space inside the fest for the purpose of setting up a booth of sorts and gaining visibility to the gay community and its supporters during the festival. Ron Low had a booth set up for “Foreskin Pride” and employed the rainbow colors of the Gay Pride flag.

He was also one of the few vendors there who actually left his own booth (it was manned by others who were there with him) and went into the festival to actively seek interactions with fest goers. He had in his hands a small stack of what might be called pamphlets, although it was really more like a card – thin paper stock, though, printed on both sides. You’ll see that here.

This approach surely gained the intactivist cause DOUBLE exposure. People wandering around from one direction might encounter his booth where volunteers were stationed to answer questions and educate people and Ron himself, away from the booth, might encounter those coming from a different direction from which point he could place a card into their hands, speak to them directly, and put a face to the cause – showing everyone a normal guy and not some “weirdo,” fringe personality.

When I saw Ron, I immediately recognized him and started making my way to him – dragging my husband and family with me in the process. He was absolutely approachable and quite friendly – ever ready for a photo op, as you can see here, and which I took advantage of! (Not the best pic of me, but whatever)

Ron Low and Me

My sister-in-law, who will be giving birth to her first son in August, was very clear (and immediately so!) that when my nephew was born she WOULD be having him cut. She referred back to a man she’d dated before meeting my brother and how he was uncut and “his cock looked like one of those tube worms you see at the bottom of the ocean.” I expressed my disappointment and sadness, but tried to do so without bringing the mood down too much or being too confrontational – after all, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, right? Arguing with her right there and trying to shove intactivist literature down her throat in the middle of a Pride event would have been unproductive, to say the least. But I digress.

Every year at the Indy Pride event there is a booth for foreskin restoration. I don’t know exactly when this started but I can attest that it’s been the case for at least the last few years. This is the first time I’ve seen (or at least the first time I’ve recognized) Ron as being present, too. It’s a fantastic boon to the Indy area to have him attend and I hope our Pride event (as well as any other fests these guys could have a presence at!) continues to present foreskin restoration to the masses as well as education about how terrible and unnecessary circumcision is.

Thanks for reading!

Ruined Glans

On my Facebook feed recently an intactivist posted something from the Not Yours To Cut site which I thought would be informative to share here. By clicking here you can access the site and the exact content of what I saw in my Facebook feed.

The content has a rather “sandwich” feel to it. It starts with text to read (only a little) and ends with a little more reading. The beginning text covers the the idea of how precious an un-ruined glans is and speaks to females about the idea of their own genitals being mutilated. The last bit of text focuses a little differently and discusses more the “matte” texture of a ruined glans, but still speaks to those who are female or who are with females. This is probably lost on many people, but that’s a shame because few things highlight the insanity of circumcision like shining light on how people view the idea of slicing off female genital parts versus how they view the same happening to males.

In the same way the text is split and acts like the “bread” of the sandwich which is the page’s content, so to the photo content. The umm….. meat of the post is the photo content which lies in between the bread text. I almost found this humorously ironic since the penis is sometimes colloquially called “meat” and also has an anatomical feature called “meatus.” Anyway, enough playing on words. The photos create a contrast similar to that created by the text in that at the top of the page there are photos of uncut penises to demonstrate the anatomy and some physiology and to present the first half of the contract between being cut and uncut. The latter half of the photo content presents the effects of removing the foreskin, and so the “sandwich” is completed.

I trust that you will find the site and the page of it which I have referenced here to be easily accessible and easily understood.

Thanks for reading.

New Readers

Occasionally, I’ll get notifications from WordPress to tell me that I have a new subscriber here on Blog Velanidi and I wanted to quickly write something about that.

Because of the nature of this blog (y’know, penises and all), WordPress requires that I have a very specific kind of landing page people hit when they come here, as well as very specific disclaimer information on that page. That would be the “About” page you, dear reader, likely came to when you first found this blog space. That “start” page does a fair enough job at explaining why I started and maintain this blog as well as what sort of content to generally expect here, but in light of an uptick in new subscribers to this space I’d like to add to it.

Your input is very helpful to me!

Most of the readers here come and go and no one other than myself and the reader ever know the difference. And that’s fine – I make no income from the traffic here and strangely enough, the purpose of this blog isn’t really even to draw attention to it so much as to document my own journey for my own reference later (with, of course, visibility that might benefit others traveling the same path). And I do recognize that some might prefer to stay in the shadowy periphery because they are hesitant to in any way be identified in associate with a blog about penises or foreskin, etc… And I can respect that, too.

However, I very much welcome input in the form of comments or private messages with regard to the content published here as well as any content you would like to see in future posts. This, in my mind, would serve a dual purpose: It will help propel my own restoration journey and research and will make this blog space a place you will want to visit and with content you will want to read / see.

Thanks for reading – and thank you for your input!

Foreskin

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It’s been a while since I completed a book review – which is because it’s been a while since I completed a book. But the book in the photo above is a recent read for me and certainly worthy of talking about here.

The first thing I can say about it is that it’s THE penis pic book of foreskin restoration books. There are 67 actual photos of penises in the book, which from front cover to back cover just barely surpasses 200 pages. In addition to those 67 photos (all of which are in black-n-white and look to be from the 80s or earlier) there are probably about another 15-20 other images which also depict the penis… sometimes as a medical-like diagram or like something you’d see from an Egyptian sarcophagus. There’s one “drawing” that shows the movement of the foreskin as the penis penetrates a generic bodily orifice. To say the least, the book has plenty of “illustrations” and other visuals.

One thing I did learn which I’m not sure I knew before reading this book is that there is a “S-T-R-E-T-C-H” which occurs whenever the penis hardens and during penetration. Apparently, this is something the male isn’t usually ever acutely aware of. For instance, he’s unlikely ever to say, “WOW – my skin is stretching and it feels good.” But as the penis hardens and the foreskin is drawn back and becomes tighter, that tightening is the S-T-R-E-T-C-H which not only exposes certain nerves endings but also is a form of stimulation. The book suggests that this S-T-R-E-T-C-H creates a subconscious desire to re-plunge the penis into the orifice to feel a repeat sensation.

Beyond that, I’m afraid to say that the book isn’t terribly informative. It IS informative, but not terribly so – if that makes any sense. It’s interesting and as mentioned before many pages are … umm … vivid. But aside from an actual nugget of real information to be found here and there somewhat randomly, the book is mostly pictures and chapters of gossip-like composition and opinion (as far as my interpretation goes).

Thanks for reading.

TSA

What you’ll read below is something I copied from a Facebook post I saw recently. Mind you, the Facebook groups for restoration which used to exist but were decimated from the inside are now ghosts. My gut tells me that a small number of restoring men have banded together to form their own super-top-secret-us-only-and-nobody-else group and that’s fine. They can have it, as I certainly do not miss the drama. The group I saw the post in is the “only” group remaining from the ones everyone knew of before. I find it mostly useless at this point, but I’ll stay on for nuggets like what I’m sharing below and also out of a sense of community.

I’ll not share the name of the guy who told the story below. (If you’re reading this and you want to be identified or you want me to remove this post, please advise and I’ll honor your request.) It is a bit comical, a bit tragic, and also a bit of an eye-opener regarding something I’ve wondered about.

Thanks for reading.

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So I walked through an airport scanner wearing my DTR today. It registered as a foreign object. I told the security guy I had a medical device on my penis that I’d forgotten to take off. (Okay, actually, I had a lot of time to spare and was curious what would happen.) I asked if I could take it off and walk through again. He said no, that once someone sets off the machine they have to follow procedure. I elaborated, explaining that it was a plastic device to stretch your foreskin. He gave me a brief pat-down and said he would have to call his manager. This is when it got really funny, and then really annoying.

They ushered me into the private room. The manager whispered to me that I’d done nothing wrong and could present as whatever gender I wanted to be. He thought I was wearing a prosthetic! I asked again if I could take it off. He said no, that I didn’t have to. Repeating that they were sympathetic to gender, that they wanted me to be comfortable, and that it wasn’t the first time this had happened. Then the original guard, who had a better idea of what was going on, and the manager each gave me another outside-the-clothes but very personal pat down. They both agreed there was something down there.

I asked again if I could just remove the device. The manager said yes, and they both turned around while I took it off. I think they were both confused when they actually saw it. Another pat down followed. This was pretty personal. Like, firm rubbing of the boy parts. The manager (who still apparently doesn’t get it and thinks I’m a trans-man) says, “There’s still something there.” The other man, who understands, but has to follow procedure, says, “Well, yeah…”

So then a third security member was called in. He gave yet another inspection, and then cleared me to fly with a penis. Next time there will be a quick stop in the bathroom before security.

13 Months

It was September of 2015 when I began my restoration journey and quite honestly the biggest change I can report from the last 12.5 months is a difference in knowledge. I started with reading. This should definitely be the first step for EVERYONE considering to restore. In fact, this should be common sense. No matter how anxious or ambitious a guy is, it’s practically the textbook definition of idiotic for him to dive in and start doing things to his genitals without sufficient research and self-education prior. This kind of behavior usually results in men reporting injuries. #Dangerous

Anyone who knows me in person also knows that when I want to learn about an idea, I tackle it like a hungry sabertooth cat. I read as much as I can, as quickly as I can, from the biggest selection of sources I can find, and constantly cross-reference and compare / contrast the things I come across. I like knowing what I’m talking about and hope you would, too. One area this really benefited me was the practice of retaining. For example, there are men who SWEAR that retaining was detrimental for them prior to having full flaccid coverage, but aside from personal opinion there’s really nothing to back this up, and really the contrary is more often found to be true. But research goes far beyond that. In a process like this it can only benefit an individual to continually search out options and weigh those. This is especially true because with restoration, what worked for one might not work for the next.

September 2015 through December of the same year was very productive where the actual restoration process was concerned and I found myself making pretty quick progress – some of which was detailed on this blog in earlier posts.  After a week or two of near-constant research, and baby-stepping my way into restoration through experimentation with a very crude and basic taping method, I settled on ordering the DTR – a device I’m so glad to have bought and would recommend to all. From there things really exploded.

I began to research and explore other methods – some to supplement my DTR usage and some potentially to replace the DTR. To date, the only method I’ve not attempted first-hand is inflation, although I did buy everything needed to go that route. I also began building a small library of literature relating to foreskin or restoration and have published a number of posts here as well and have a number of additional posts planned to be published here once I get through the material. In addition to those things, I listed myself as the primary contact for a national network of restoration groups – something which has proven to be less fruitful than I had hoped. I also posted to Craigslist in attempt to connect to others locally who are interested or already on the restoration journey – something which proved very hit-n-miss and results in contacts from about as many guys looking for sexual encounters as there were actually interested in restoration.

The first six months of my restoration journey were insanely focused and busy with all things restoration. The progress I experienced saw me almost regularly reaching past my corona / sulcus and virtually always experiencing prolonged rollover and “stay” when I removed whatever device I might have been using. Sadly, much of that has been “lost” or at least doesn’t manifest as easily. I was always a pretty loose CI-2, and I still am. So at least there’s no going backwards. But as 2016 came into being I found myself with less and less time to devote to actually restoring. I’d still try to read and research and explore as I was able. This would, sadly, prove to be the trend for the bulk of 2016 and is true for the current date.

Still, that’s sometimes just how things go. I know of so many men who have been fully dedicated and it still takes them many years to full restore. There are others who start and stop about as many times as any major city’s subway system. And there are men who never actually give up or stop, but simply have tough or demanding schedules and so progression is slow. This last group is probably where I mostly fall. It is what it is, and what’s important isn’t to focus on the pitfalls or setbacks but instead to … as they say … KOT!

Thanks for reading.