Living the Dream: Uncircumcised in America

I’m a typical American male save one thing: my dick. Thanks to my hippie parents, I’m uncircumcised. But I’m not resentful about it. I’m proud. I have to be.

Because being “Whole in America” isn’t always easy. Growing up I always wondered why I was so unlike the other boys, why my penis looked like “a pink doggy dick,” as some helpful elementary school friends pointed out. I was confused by my own body, not knowing what God I offended as to be born with a foreskin.

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