Yikes! That word! Circumcision! Ahh!! It evokes such feeling and emotion in so many people, myself included.

I’ve read a ton on this subject as I’ve had two children in which I felt the need to educate myself on such matters and decisions. I’ve read how circumcised penises are easier to clean. How circumcised penises have fewer urinary tract infections, how, based on studies done on African men, in Africa, that the circumcised penis slows the transmission of HIV (where HIV is epidemic), and how aside from the teeny tiny portion of people who circumcise for religious reasons, many do so so that son can look like father. Like father, like son.

Which, you know, in the grand scheme of things, may or may not be true, valid, or significant, but time and time again, when this topic rises to the surface, one thought and one thought only comes to my mind: His penis, his choice. The end.

I can’t for the life of me make it more complex than that.

The owner of the penis, in my humble, ever evolving opinion, should get to decide for himself what the hell happens to his penis. The end.

People talk about it being a violation of informed consent, a basic human right, and yeah, I kinda sorta wholeheartedly agree. No infant agrees to circumcision. Ever.

Then people like to throw out the idea of “Well, would you circumcise your daughter?” And the gasps roll in. “Of course not!!!!” But the argument dies there. Circumcising a female in our country is not equitable to circumcising a boy. We gasp at NOT removing the foreskin (although we’re getting better).

I know I’ve been gasped at. My son’s penis is his business and that’s that. I’ve been warned that he’s going to catch diseases. And my thought is, “When he’s sexually active, he can be taught how to reduce such chances.” He’s almost three and knows how to clean himself quite well, thank you very much, and it was really quite simple. And yes, he did get an infection, once. It is a common occurrence when boys start retracting their foreskin, not a death sentence. A simple antibiotic took care of it. The end.

Which brings me to the all-mighty argument of like father, like son.

…insert image of me scratching my head….huh????

Why? Why why why?

Why is this penis look alike contest so important? Why?

How many fathers recall comparing their penises to their own fathers’? How does that work? Who does that? And do today’s dads who are saying like me so goes my son, really make it a point to compare their penises with their son’s? I’m dying to know!

And lest we not forget the argument that intact men are better lovers, causing their female counterparts less pain, all because intact men have that ultra-sensitive foreskin, which makes sex less work for them because they feel more thus resulting in more feeling in us women, as well as less pain. It’s sex as nature intended (www.sexasnatureintendedit.com). Wouldn’t it be interesting to compare….hmm…

But I digress…

Which brings me back yet again to my thoughts on this whole procedure: Whose penis is this anyway? Whose choice is it? Is it really anybody’s choice but the penis owner?

For me, the answer is simple: HIS PENIS, HIS CHOICE. That’s all I can wrap my head around, while I daydream about, well, you know what…..