Back in the day when there books and bookstores, the first thing I would do was look up circumcision in the index of any book I was browsing. If it was there, I would read the page, get an erection, and buy the book. Everything to do with circumcision, circumcising, and foreskins fascinated me, or actually obsessed me. I wanted to know which of my friends still had a foreskin, and why (not many of course, mostly the few immigrants back in the 70s and 80s). And as I grew my obsession grew, I wanted to know what kind of circumcision, the placement of the scar, how much was cut off, whether the frenulum was left, and which of the many mechanical devices might have been used to achieve that result. Now, It is the very word that fascinates me. Like many, I was circumcised as an infant, I had no choice in the matter. It was not that my culture demanded it, just what happened to boys born into the society in the United States at that time had done to them. Personally, I love being circumcised. But the real story is that, at one time, someone took a scalpel to my penis and removed the foreskin. This is perfectly legal, parents have this right, doctors do it, and society condones, even approves, circumcision. I appreciate the different ways that men’s foreskins were removed and the different devices used to remove foreskins. I am not trying to change how anyone else talks of this subject, I still consider myself to be "circumsexual” but I really want to acknowledge that the way I am is because someone decided to cut the foreskin off my penis when I was born.