Penis Transplants Being Planned to Help Wounded Troops

[hunter]

49. You're not reading me right.

Simply put, my penis is well worn, but still functional, if not cosmetically perfect, in spite of some surgeon's best efforts. He wanted it to look nice, I guess, but I'd have rather it didn't frequently hurt. It still hurts "down there" sometimes, but not so bad as the arthritis these days.

Maybe my dangling bits are not such a huge part of my personal identity that I'd replace them at the risk of transplant drugs.

Others might decide differently. It's not for the doctors or the accountants to decide this risk/benefit ratio.

It's the patient's body, it's the patient's decision, and we, as a nation owe severely injured veterans that choice.

Nevertheless, I still think our dangling human sexual bits and what we humans do with them are often silly.

I'm the sort who will start laughing at an overly serious sex scene in a seriously artistic movie, or even serious porn scenes.

Hell, I have no problem telling funny stories about my own sexual misadventures.

On the list of things I'd choose to have repaired about my physical self, I'd start with the asthma, then the brain chemistry, then the other peculiar immune system/arthritis disorder stuff. My dangling bits will just have to wait their turn. Testosterone is not my favorite steroid. Prednisone is, but alas, it makes me psychotic after a few days.

In middle and high school I was frequently bullied and called "queerbait" and other things worse. Sometimes I'd get beaten bloody. I quit high school. My biggest problem was not-breathing. I was a frequent flyer in the hospital emergency room. Then, in late adolescence, my mind got really strange.

Penis problems were not such a big deal to me.

I currently take crazy-meds that have a side effect of anorgasmia. Oh fun. Or not.

Other men are not me.

To lighten the mood, I'll post a video: