The knowledge
I will get my foreskin back. I will.
My grief is unbearable, It makes me go literally schizo like literally. I don’t even want to talk about all the mentally issues it’s done to me, to the intense fear of knifes to the sharp phantom pain in my nightmares. I am genuinely traumatised.
To the pictures of a natural penis, studies, victims, world mockery, girls "preferences”, my own pain and sexual life. My mind consumed it all. Undeniably. The obsession the envy the lust the hatred the wrath the shame and all the others fucking things. It fucking got me.
So i’m mutilated and plus I have to deal with this ? How fucking cruel humans are.
But this evil knowledge comes with a small part of hope : restoration
I will protect my exposed glans. I will not go numb. I will have that gliding motion. I already know who in my friends are cut. Told them if they had an issue (sexual life etc), they are free to message me. I’m doing it for one closest friend rn. Protecting him from this evil knowledge while putting him on
I will endure it at all. I never show a once of my trauma. I never open up but now when people will finally realise what i’ve been through while helping them they will fucking understand. And that will be my revenge against this world. Not a once of negative energy or thoughts with my peers. It it was circumcision wants u to do