Dress Like A Lady...Be TREATED LIKE A LADY

   People always say don't judge a book by it's cover because you might miss what's inside the book. And I agree that is a correct assumption...when judging a book that you want to read. But any author or publisher that is honest with themselves will tell you that it is the outside cover and title that they use to grab the attention of the target audience. Once the attention has been grabbed, then the readers decide if they like what they have read. Same application applies to how a woman dresses. A woman's attire grabs attention and the clothing that a woman chooses to wear creates a persona (one that is created beyond her control) that immediately labels her as either a Lady or Whore. Now before you ladies start rolling eyes and saying "I'm GROWN! I can dress any way I want! You ain't my daddy!!!"...hear me out. From a MAN'S PERSPECTIVE and from the lesser cared about, but equally important perspective (that of other women), the way a woman presents herself is supremely important. How she walks, talks, and looks all paint a picture of how she is viewed in the minds of the people she interacts with. As comedian Dave Chappelle famously said "Yes just because you (women) are dressed a certain way it doesn't make you a certain way. Fine lady! You are not a whore! But I'll tell you this...YOU ARE wearing a whore's uniform." He was referring to that old saying "perception is reality". It's not right but how a woman is dressed IS important. Not only for her own image but for the perceived image that others will have of her. Now I agree, it is not a fair truth to but it is a truth none the less. Unfortunately women aren't held in the same regard or to the same standards as their male counterparts. You ARE overly sexed and categorized and you are constantly and sometimes harshly judged on your appearance. It is because of that unfair assessment, that as a woman you must understand that how you dress ultimately influences the type of attention you will receive from other females and males alike. Still don't see how what you wear matters? How about we look at it from the OTHER WOMAN'S PERSPECTIVE.

   Let me start by acknowledging what everyone knows...that women hate other women. They don't need a reason to, it's just coded into their DNA. Some women have to find something, anything to dissect another woman down to her core and complain about it (nothing wrong with that, dudes secretly envy and hate on other dudes too). If a woman is skinny, other women say "she looks anorexic." If a woman has curves, other women say "she needs to stop eating cheeseburgers." If a woman has a husband, other women say "she thinks her man is all that." If a woman is single, other women say "she always so lonely". As much drama as other females can create on lies alone, why as a woman would you want to give them ammunition to take shots at you by dressing in what is viewed as trampish attire? I have listened to the sound of women bashing other women but the volume is loudest when a woman spots another women dressed in a provocative way. In the eyes of another female if you are wearing more make-up than she is, shake more when you walk than she does or if your clothes are showing more boob-age or buns than hers...LOOK OUT!!! Talk about a rain storm of insults! I have actually witnessed females go out of their way to confront another female because of her outfit and accuse her of eye-balling and flirting with their man simply because that girl's skirt was high hemmed and shirt was low cut. It's crazy (but also quite entertaining)! You would think women would have more confidence to just keep it moving. But it's not about confidence. It's about the opportunity to "correct" another woman and few woman I know pass on that chance privately or publicly. But as a woman that wears clothing deemed too skimpy to wear out in public you have to accept the attention that comes with it, whether you are seeking it or not. Granted not every woman that wears daisy dukes that reveal her bare bottom is a hoe-bag and not every woman that wears a halter top with her boobies popping out is a slut-bucket. But it's the assumption that makes the difference. The thinking becomes if a woman is that revealing with her clothing she cannot value herself and she is extremely hoe-ish in her behaviors. Again I don't believe it's right to label and judge a woman because she is showing more skin but again "perception is reality" and other women will nail you to the cross.

   Now lets flip that coin to the other side...the MALE PERSPECTIVE. This is perhaps the most damaging view point because of the direct and indirect impact a man can have on a woman's image and reputation. I know dudes that purposely target women with low self-esteem and "daddy issues" simply so the task of getting the draws is less of a challenge. In his mind, those traits are usually attributed to the women in the clubs, in the church and at the bars that are wearing...yes you guessed it...the whore's uniform. You know the variations of the perceived whore's uniform, the way-too-short sundresses with the low cut top that barely cover the nipples (YES!), the 15 inch stripper boots with the skin tight pants and the neon thong showing (BOOYAH!) or the club regulars that are always on the floor dancing pissy drunk, rubbing and kissing on their girlfriends wearing see-through lingerie and high heels (SCORE!!!). And unfortunately because of what society and past evidence has taught him he continues to pursue women that dress in this fashion. By going after women that constantly wear inappropriate and provocative clothing, he believes he gives himself a higher success rate of securing those "targets". He believes these type of women require minimal investments but yield an abundant return (sex, Sex, and MO SEX) and he will use her until he has had his fill and is ready to move on to the next target. But here is the part that is truly sad. ***SPOILER ALERT*** He WILL tell ALL his friends (male and female) about all these whore-uniform wearing chicks that he smashes, because he doesn't respect them (however he will never reveal such information about a woman he does respect).

   Then the assumptions, that a woman that dresses a certain IS a certain way continues to spread thus solidifying other people's beliefs that clothes determine personality. That man will now lump all women that dress too revealing into an unfair category. He will cease to respect any woman he meets dressed that way because he has learned from past experiences that women who dress like whores seem to have little impulse control, less regard for social rules, and are easily influenced. He will make the correlation that all women that dress like hoes are hoes and he will not respect any woman that does. See it all goes back to that concept of "perception is reality". Martin Lawrence once said in his TV Sitcom, "I like my women classy not showing all the assy" (man, I miss that show). He said that because of the perceived view of women that dress like whores, act like whores. I know it is not fair (what part of being a woman is?) But the bottom line is, if you act like a lady, talk like a lady and DRESS like a lady folks will have no choice but to treat AND respect you like a lady. Because there are few things more confusing for folks than trying to figure out if you are a lady who is a lady...but chooses to wear a whore's uniform. If a person has to guess they will almost always, NOT give you the benefit of the doubt and you will be labeled a whore (sorry, but it's true). People in particular are simple and if you want the proper attention from men and women keep it simple. Dress like a lady...be treated like a lady.


Be Safe. Be Blessed.
TWIL

She GAVE Me LOVE...And She Gave Me AIDS

   Milestone celebrations are supposed to be joyous and our 25th wedding anniversary was to be the most joyous celebration of our time spent together. We had scratched and clawed our way to twenty five years. Suffered through heartbreaks and stumbled through to victories. We had done well for ourselves and were more than financially stable. We had successfully gotten our two children into college. We both had our dream jobs and had built our dream home. We were happy. We were in love. Because we had managed to overcome so many of our struggles together over such a long period we decided that we would celebrate our 25th in a unique way. So we went all out. In the weeks leading up to our wedding anniversary we criss-crossed the globe. Went on safari in Kruger. Toured the sites in Paris. Ate fine cuisines in Madrid. We even snorkeled the coral reefs in Queensland. Then finally we embarked on a cruise around the Hawaiian Islands. We went everywhere and did all the things that we had always wanted to do. And we did them TOGETHER. Because after twenty-eight years of being together we had experienced the highest highs and the lowest lows one could imagine. The day of our 25th anniversary my marriage and my life would never be the same. Folks always say it's not how one starts but how one finishes that determines the outcome. We did start out grand, however our finish would change our lives forever. That morning we decided to wake up early to watch the sunrise over the ocean. We ate breakfast on the beach then went on a stroll. Walking hand-in-hand down the shop side-walks on our way to a popular boutique to find my wife an evening gown for our dinner date later that night. My phone rang and because I didn't want to interrupt the mood or my wife's conversation I sent the call to voice mail. As I waited while my wife tried on various dress and shoe combinations I checked the message that had been left for me. It was my doctor. I was expecting the message to report the now routine results of my semi-annual physical. However his voice was shaky telling me that he needed to speak with me urgently. Because of the alarm in his message I decided it would be best to contact him immediately. I told my wife I was stepping out to return an important phone call I had missed. She quietly nods me away as the shop attendant brings her more dresses and shoes to try on. My mind goes mad trying to figure out why my doctor for the first time in over ten years had so much nervousness in his voice. As a forty-three year old man he had always told me I was in great shape. I didn't smoke. I didn't drink. My diet was moderate and I exercised regularly. I didn't have issues with blood pressure or cholesterol. But for some reason something had spooked him. I patiently waited on hold for the nurse to locate him. When he comes on the line we exchange pleasantries but oddly he asks me am I near my wife. I anxiously reply no dreading his reason for asking. His next words will burn their way into the deepest regions of my mind "The test results have revealed that you have HIV..." My first reaction is sheer rage. My doctor has just indirectly accused me of cheating on my wife and told me I was going to die because of it. I mash the end button on the phone keypad, staring at as if it had just punched me in the face while calling my mother horrible names. It instantly rings again and I angrily answer. It takes a couple of minutes before I calm down enough to listen and my doctor gets through to me. He attempts to explain the only possible ways that I could have contracted the virus. He questions me about any recent blood transfusions and of course my sexual activities. Then the bomb shell, he asks me if my wife has had any other sexual partners. At this point the conversation is too heavy on me to continue. Before he allows me to end it, he tells me that I need to come in soon as possible to start treatment. I grudgingly agree to do so.

   I have felt many pains during my life ranging from physical to spiritual. But the pain felt in my chest after our conversation ends is the single most devastating feeling I have experienced. I sit down on one of the many benches lining the shop store walkways. My thoughts are rapid and I am trying to calm down long enough to process the monumental information I had just been given. I haven't had sexual relations with another person outside of my wife in over twenty five years. HOW COULD I get a sexual transmitted disease?! Then my denial kicks in. Those results had to have a major error I said to myself. Then a thought that I hadn't had in years slams into my mind like a sack of bricks. No sir! Don't do that! It was just a suspicion. A suspicion you laid to rest over seven years ago. I  try to ignore it but now unfortunately things that should not be adding up, suddenly are. I resist the thought long enough to force a smile as my wife steps out the boutique looking for me, asking me to re-enter. I bury the voice mail and the conversation deep down into the pit of my stomach. I say to myself I am celebrating my 25th wedding anniversary with the woman I have loved for more than half my life. Besides the test results could be wrong anyway. Why let a mistake some poor kid in a lab made ruin this day for us. Hell, mistakes are made all the time right?! It was one of those horrible mistakes that I prayed, I PRAYED! I had just become a victim of. As the night comes to an end I have done an excellent job focusing on enjoying the moments with my wife. I have almost successfully closed out another day of celebrations with her. As I lay in bed attempting to put the shocking news out of my mind, I look over at the clock it reads 11:03pm. I feel my wife's side of the bed is vacant so I sit up searching for her until my eyes spot her silhouette standing across the room in the dim light. My gorgeous bride of now 25 years opens the drapes spilling moonlight across the bed. She opens the private beach patio doors which engulf the room with a warm night breeze. She turns to me, smiling, confirming that she has woken me up and that she has my direct attention. I see that she is dressed in our favorite outfit. Her stunning sheer silk see-through nightgown. Her hair is up exposing her neck and shoulders. The gown snugs her curves as the moonlight casts an inviting shadow onto her. She motions for me to join her at the door. And for the first time in over twenty five years my first thought when I see her like this is DAMN! WHY TONIGHT?! I stare at her and after all these years I realize that she still excites me like no woman ever has. But I stay in the bed instead of going to her side. She takes my reluctance to join her as a game and eagerly moves to participate. She walks slowly and sensuously toward me. She stands in front of me close enough for me to see her naked body under the gown but far enough that I can't reach out and touch her. She slowly leans to kiss my lips but I regrettably turn my head. Continuing the game she pushes me down onto the bed and mounts me slowly rubbing her warm body against mine. She attempts twice more to kiss me but I avoid her twice more. DAMN! WHY TONIGHT?! I say to myself as I try to control my now visible erection. Determined to win she goes all out, reaching into my shorts. Enough is enough I can't resist her advances but I love her to much to keep the information in my mind away from her. I slip from underneath her and position myself away from her. The game is over. The moment has passed. She huffs and cuts her eyes at me as she moves to the other side of the bed. I brace myself for the questions I know are coming, the ones that I inevitably have to answer..."What the hell is the matter with you?! Don't you want me?!" YES! YES I DO! I scream in my mind. I desperately want you! I want to experience all that your body and spirit have for me on this perfect night as we celebrate our 25th anniversary. But it's her first question that prevents me from answering her second. The words are painful as they flow from my mind to my mouth. But I know she deserves to hear the truth from me first. After being together for over a quarter of a century I say to my wife "I don't know how got it. I have never cheated on you but the doctor told me that I have HIV..." Her response is not what I expect. She doesn't yell. She doesn't hit me. She doesn't even laugh. She just goes quiet. Turning away from, she pulls a pillow up to her face. I turn to face her. I reach to hold her. She quietly says "I'm so sorry...you were right."

   No. Correction. THIS is the single most devastating feeling I have experienced. I try not to ask her what I was right about because even though I know, in my soul I desperately want to be wrong. It is said that at your lowest moment, you try to find something anything to hold on to, to remain standing. Something to keep you steady and prevent you from falling farther down. It is true. I am trying to find something to hold onto, but on this night I continue to fall and it seems I will never recover to stand. Secrets have a way of destroying everything they are hidden from. I try to look into her eyes but she cannot make eye contact but I can see the pain in her face is genuine. I ask her what was I right about. And with that she gives me her long delayed confession. I think back to that thought. The thought, that just hours ago I convinced myself was a long forgotten fiction. We have suspicions for a reason, some call it that "feeling in your gut". Now everything that was questionable back then, is now made clear with a truth that is finally told. I allow my mind to travel back in time trying to make sense of what is happening presently before me. I recall the time about fifteen years ago when our marriage was on the verge of ending...very badly. It was my fault for how things had progressed. I knew I was a workaholic but I didn't change my habits until it was too late. I spent more time with my co-workers than with my family. But I justified my absence by convincing myself I was working so hard to provide for them. I didn't realize then that it was my hard work that was causing me to lose them. I came home late from the office one night and my wife and I engaged in one of our routine arguments about me working so much. Since I was to leave for business the next day as a token of appreciation and understanding I told her I had arranged for the kids to go away for the weekend. I thought my wife could benefit from the time alone, she had earned it being a full time mom AND having a full time career. She agreed and thanked me. It was one of the few times during this rocky period that I felt I had done something right by her. My trip was supposed to last from Thursday to Sunday, however the event was cut short due to threat of severe weather. So even though the site was about 13 hours from where we lived I was allowed to leave early Friday evening instead of staying. As I pull up in the driveway of our home I noticed a car parked a couple of doors down. Sitting in it was the same young man that I frequently seen driving around the neighborhood. I thought nothing of it and entered our house. I head upstairs to find my wife in the shower. Our bed is a mess and her clothes were tossed all over the floor. I naively assumed she was just enjoying her time to herself and wasn't in a rush to clean up like usual. I undress and quietly sneak into the bathroom to join her in the shower. I make enough noise so I didn't startle her. As I slide open the glass door to the shower, I expected her to be shocked to see me and she is. But not happy to see me but shocked as if she was expecting me to be someone else. I explain why I'm home early and try to enter the shower but she asks to continue showering alone which I find odd but I agree because I don't want to argue the matter. As I leave the bathroom to re-dress I look outside and the young man in the car is gone. That was the last time I saw him or the car in the neighborhood. I found it odd because I had seen him constantly in passing over the last eight months but then after that day he disappeared.

   It was on that day that I suspected my wife was having an affair and that I had just narrowly avoided walking in on one of their secret love sessions. I let the suspicions build up until it was consuming my thoughts. The night we picked up the kids after they had gone to bed I asked her directly was she having an affair. She laughed at my question. Saying it was such a ridiculous thing for her to even entertain giving me an answer. Even though I thought my suspicions were valid I laughed it off too. I convinced myself that I was being paranoid. We had been through worse times in our relationship and we had a family, so yeah WHY WOULD SHE CHEAT NOW?! I disregarded my instincts and let my unconditional love for her override my common sense thinking. Now it seems I am guaranteed to pay the ultimate price for my lack of fore-sight. As she sits softly crying into her pillow I feel the overwhelming need to comfort her, but I resist. The betrayal I feel doesn't allow me to be compassionate at this moment. Our marriage will ironically end on the same day it began. We never did make love that night. We would never smile and laugh in each other's company like we did before that night. We were torn, forever broken. Once we returned home we decided to keep up appearances and that worked until we learned that the results were not an error. My wife had contracted the disease from her secret lover and passed it to me. Now we would both have no choice but to deal with the ripple affects of her infidelities. We eventually told our children that we had HIV but kept the affair between us. We tried to manage but living a lie became to much for either of us to bear. We divorced within a year never making it to another anniversary. Even though we had separated we would still remain social friends. We frequently spoke and supported each other in our battles against the virus. We were wealthy enough to afford the latest medicines to keep the virus in check and hidden from the people in our lives but it wasn't enough. It's true money can't by you everything. It didn't buy us health or happiness. The virus progressed much rapidly in my wife's body than it did in mine. She was given three years to live after her HIV developed into AIDS. She eventually lost her fight seven years after being diagnosed. When she died I mourned her greatly. Despite how much I hated her at times I loved her many more. She was in a twisted way responsible for giving me life and causing my death. The doctors tell me that it is a miracle I have lived so long without experiencing the major complications caused by contracting HIV. Yes, I am grateful for my life. Yes I am grateful that my AIDS has been held in check. But I don't feel like I was the recipient of a miracle. I sometimes feel the exact opposite that I was cursed to endure alone and be forced to play back the tragedy that befell my life and our marriage. We were never wife and husband again but she was still the love of my love. I guess that is why I never asked her why she cheated. I felt that her reasons would drive the wedge already between us farther apart. The truths that were revealed that night proved that even though she still loved me and I loved her, we could never get back what we once had. It has been a number of years and I have tried to move on but I have learned that time always has a way of reminding you, of what you wish you could forget the most. Today would have been our 50th wedding anniversary. Even though we were divorced and my wife has passed on I can't even celebrate what could have been. I try but I am not even comforted by the happiest moments we shared because I always remember that after twenty-five years of marriage she gave me love...and she gave me AIDS.



Be Safe. Be Blessed.
TWIL

CIRCUMCISION: His PENIS, His CHOICE

In light of various articles and studies discussing this topic, I decided it was time for me to voice my opinion on Circumcision as well. Let me first state that this topic of discussion has always been VERY personal to me. Even though I am pro-choice when it comes to male infant circumcision my thoughts on this topic are not meant to persuade folks toward or away from Circumcision. Circumcision is an important topic to me for three main reasons. The first is that I am a MAN. The second is that I have a penis (a very large penis at that HAHAHAHAHA) that I use to have sex with an absolutely gorgeous woman most every night . And third which is perhaps the most important is that my wife just made me a father of a healthy baby boy which brings our total to three children, two daughters and a son. With those points made, I believe circumcision is a male's decision, more specifically the male whose penis is on the chopping block (play on words intended). Similar to the way that the choice of having an abortion should ultimately be made by a woman. I believe when a male is old enough to completely and fully comprehend what the act of Circumcision entails, he should then be left to choose if Circumcision is what's best for him and his penis. This issue has personal and deeply moral positions tied to it, so before we dive into the discussion of whether it is the boy or parents choice to make, let's look at the history and the procedures of Circumcision. Circumcision can be traced all the way back to ancient Africa, the cradle of civilization, more specifically the Egyptian culture. The ritual was performed commonly as a religious sacrifice. In various tribes it was done as a rite of passage from boy to manhood. In a more sinister act it was performed as a way to humiliate enemies and slaves. Back then it was believed that it was also performed to weaken the man's desires and ability to perform sexually or enjoy sexual pleasure, the equivalent to what is called genital mutilation in present times. But what is circumcision exactly?! I'm glad you asked but feel sorry to tell you that a Circumcision is the act of forcibly removing the natural intact foreskin that covers the glands and head of the male penis by painfully cutting it off. In adult males the process requires anesthetics to assist in pain management during the surgical removal. Four to six weeks is also required for the penis to fully heal for sexual intercourse and masturbation to resume. With infant baby boys the process is similar except the child is physically restrained to a table with straps preventing the movement of their arms and legs. Pacifiers are giving in an attempt to soothe them during the painful surgery. The process of removing the foreskin is extremely painful regardless if performed on the male in his infancy or in his adulthood. The healing time however for an infant is seven to ten days which is considerably shorter than the recovery time for an adult male. Now that we have briefly explored the history and saw the visual process involved with Circumcision, perhaps we have the proper information to now begin the debate on male infant circumcision. 

 Lets step out of the past and into the future now. As a parent if you decide to circumcise your baby boy for religious beliefs this topic is not for you. If you choose circumcision because of an emergent issue affecting your infant's immediate penis health, then this topic is also not for you. However if you are a parent that believes circumcision will make your son healthier or it will be more visually appealing then you should take a seat on the front row because THIS TOPIC IS SPECIFICALLY FOR YOU. Lets bring this topic down to it's most basic divide...choice. Infant circumcision is a decision solely made by the parents and guardians of the baby boy. Even though the baby cannot verbalize his thoughts about the matter HE is the one that will have to live with the effects of either remaining naturally intact or having his penis surgically altered. Infant male Circumcision is performed more in the United States than in other country in the world. Which is odd because the main religion is Christianity not Muslim or Jewish which practice Circumcision as a covenant corresponding to their religious beliefs. So if not for religious reasons why would circumcision need to be performed? Perhaps for medical reasons then. There was once a thought in the less-informed years that removing the foreskin made the penis cleaner and prevented diseases such as Syphilis from spreading. As recently as the present day some parents are told that circumcision reduces the risk of penile cancer and UTI's (Urinary Tract Infections) in their baby boys. Unfortunately that is a partial truth. The likely hood of developing penile cancer is so minute that if it does occur it doesn't end well for either the uncircumcised or circumcised male. How about UTI's then?! Even though UTI's are more common in children under the age of two. Baby girls are 8% more likely than baby boys 2% in developing a UTI. So based on those statistics parents should be circumcising, correction allowing their baby girls to have their genitals mutilated to keep them healthy. That's barbaric and disgusting you say?! But if girls have numerous folds and crevices shouldn't they also have their clitoris and labia's cut off in the same name of cleanliness?! HELL NO!!! You say?! So why are parents using that as an excuse to cut on their baby boy's penis?! Thankfully as medical knowledge has advanced there has not been a proven case in which circumcision (infant male or female) has prevented the person from contracting diseases or enjoying a healthier life. Oh what about that "study" in Africa about how circumcising adult males prevented the spread of HIV/AIDS to their partners?! Oh yeah about that...ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! How many baby boys are having sexual intercourse at 3 days old? How many infant males are spreading HIV/AIDS and other STD's to their "friends with benefits"?! Yeah that should be a great reference tool for you to use in deciding whether to go all "Freddy Krueger" on your newborn son. If male circumcision is such a revolutionary way to prevent the spread of SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED DISEASES how is it that in the United States of America, which has the HIGHEST RATE of circumcised males, one can also consistently find the HIGHEST NUMBERS OF HIV/AIDS and other STD's CASES among it's adult population in the WORLD?! Where as in Europe and other countries with relatively high numbers of uncircumcised adult males the HIV/AIDS and STD's numbers are extremely low...Riddle me that Dr. Dumbass?!

 So again what reasons would a parent have to cut their newborn baby boy's penis if not for parental religious beliefs or emergency medical necessity? Could it be cosmetic? Does a surgically altered penis look better than a natural penis? Does a cut penis perform better sexually than an uncut penis? If that is the only valid question that a parent is asking before deciding on a painful surgery inflicted on their infant son, a young boy that wont even be able to become sexually active for at least 12 years, then that baby boy is in for way worse from his parents. Shouldn't he be left to make that determination once he actually understands what his penis's purpose is?! My father showed me how to wash and groom myself as a young boy so having a dirty penis was never an issue. As I got older he explained to me the changes my body was feeling and what my penis was ultimately for. He showed me how to properly use condoms (which actually ARE proven to reduce the transmission of diseases as opposed to circumcision) once I became of sexual activity age and mindset. I asked him once why we looked different "down there". He told me "My parents made a choice for me when I was a baby, but God made you a certain way so it will be YOUR choice to remain that way or change it if you want." Honestly I didn't know what the hell he was talking about until I got older and started having sex. As with most lessons learned, I learned about my "visual difference" from a girl that I was having sexual relations with. But to her it wasn't a difference, we laughed when she told me "I don't care what it looks like as long as it doesn't burn me (give me an STD), get me pregnant and it stays up for the task. It's alright with me!" And the more encounters I shared with different women of different backgrounds, different beliefs the more I realized how absolutely correct she was. Grown men and women have preferences regarding the body types they prefer for sex. They have that right to choose what they like. As infants it doesn't matter because neither infant males nor females are remotely concerned with the design of what's in their diapers. Which begs the question why are adults so obsessed about it?! As a parent or guardian if you are NOT making the choice to circumcise your son based on proven medical evidence that will benefit him or due to the beliefs of your religion what other reason would you really have to subject your baby boy to an unnecessary surgically cosmetic procedure. Would you give your baby girl breast implants just because you think it may help her self-steam as she crawls around in her onesie? And even if it is religious based...is it really fair to force your beliefs on him in such a physically non-reversible way?! All I am suggesting is considering your son's feelings on the matter. Because as I watch my own son wiggle, squirm and sleep in his nursery bed I finally understand what my father meant about choice. I realize as his father there will be decisions I will make that can ultimately affect his life well after I am dead and gone. But circumcision isn't one of them. That is one decision that my son can make for himself when he is ready. And regardless of his decision whether he chooses to be natural or surgical I know it will be a decision that HE WILL HAVE MADE using his own information, based on his own beliefs and understandings. Cause in the end when it comes to my baby boy and circumcision, it's his penis, his choice.


Be Safe. Be Blessed.
TWIL