Hello

[Begoneboy (imported)]

Hello everybody,

I'm new here and as with most forums am just sorting out where and how to post.

Finally found the correct place to make my introduction. So here I am.

Completely without things dangling since 1995 and enjoying life. That's the point isn't

it? To enjoy life. I was in my 30s when I had scrotum, testes and penis surgically removed.

Now in my 50s and still going strong. HURRAY! I can easily see that there are many

misconceptions and a host of mixed feelings about all of this. Ranging from those who

are manly men and simply want to be rid of things that get in the way through all the reasons

between that and the transgendered folks who still haven't decided if they're this or that.

All have a place and all are applauded by me. I never personally wanted the vagina but also

never wanted a penis. Getting it removed externally along with the scrotum and testes was

the best thing I ever did in my life. While I do live as a sudo female (from outside looks) there

is still the drive to be all I can be. And that is what the hope is for each who come to this

site. I love outdoor activity, shooting, hunting, riding (both inanimate and living objects) along

with all of the challenges life has to offer. It's sad that so many places practice such bigotry

against people in any state of life. Once upon a time I rather enjoyed the bath houses. Still

would if they would allow me in. But their bigotry cannot get beyond the external appearances.

Not much is more satisfying than to have a man (or woman) deeply plunging into me. Without

all of the pretext of relationships and being able to move on afterwards. Sure, I must sit to

pee, that doesn't make me any less than those who can just whip it out and spray in any direction

they like. Sure, I cannot penetrate another human. That does not make me any less able to have

an orgasm and cum all over myself shaking like a leaf as the semen is forced from the prostate

outwards. Nor any less able to enjoy the simple pleasure of a conversation about motorcycles,

race cars and what is the best caliber pistol on the range nor the joys of using black powder

I made myself in the back yard. The point is to enjoy who you are and chase life with gusto

as yourself.

SO to all those wishing and desiring to be rid of those things down between your legs, just

do it. You won't regret it.

[minuteman (imported)]

Welcome aboard from another relative newbie and kudos for having the courage to have your external genitalia removed - that must have taken some balls

Would you share with us why you wanted rid? While I have a fetishistic desire to see my balls and scrotum gone, I still (at the moment) would prefer to hang on to my peepee!

[Begoneboy (imported)]

Thank you for the welcome Minuteman. Interesting user name as when I was young I worked

extensively on the minuteman missile system employed in the Northwest of the United States.

It was interesting and rewarding work as a member of the Air Force. Many days and nights spent

in the cold and dark plains of our Midwest. Met and worked with some of the most interesting folks

of my entire life. Many young and yet to be comfortable in their lives. While there was certainly a

gay scene in that arena not as large as one would expect. There was however tons and TONS of

testosterone throughout. Very few if any women so I had the privilege of knowing some of the worlds

most manly of men. Hard working and hard living hard bodies they were. I rather suspect that period

of time in my life had a great effect on later events which are covered in this forum. Being married

at the time and having two children before she began looking to other men for whatever reason. Her

sexual needs were well met so it had to do with her other attributes. Which I obviously don't/didn't

share. That began to change how I thought about the other sex of the human species. In short, not

very well. Which led me to begin a change in my thinking about sex and relationship. She became pregnant

and carried two more children during our marriage long after I had a vasectomy. This eventually led to my

dealing with arousal on my own. That was when I began feeling that those appendages were not needed

and in fact I would enjoy life much better without them.

When she had me forcefully removed from the home I built with my own two hands and prevented me from

further being able to see my own children I began looking closer at myself. It took some years of introspection

before realizing that I was neither woman nor man in my opinion but somewhere in-between. I began traveling more

and began feeling I preferred being seen as not a man or a woman. Which naturally led to a life of living in both

rolls. In time I shed the man's identity and began living far more at ease with myself. That led to HRT etc which

then led to looking at getting rid of those things down below. While I wanted those external things gone I had a great

appreciation of how the internal organs made me feel. (prostate etc) Of course I had no desire to have another opening

down there because I could achieve the sexual pleasure without it. This is what led me to seek removal of all external

appearance of genitalia. The internal is still there and indeed give the pleasure needed with or without others.

HRT certainly developed feminine characteristics over the years which has it's place in my life. Natural breasts,

softened face and body etc. I am attracted and appeal to both men and women sexually and mentally and enjoy

both in their places and circumstances. A woman can go down on me (even with only a 1/2" stub) and bring an orgasm

as I can do for her. Equally a man can go down on my or I him and accomplish the same. The added advantage is a man

can get social pleasure in public no matter where we are as can a woman without social bias. I guess in the end it's

safe to say that I have the best of all worlds without any social obligations so enjoy all the more my life.

Not sure if this answered your question or solved your curiosity but it is what it is. Hi Hi and Hee Heee Heeee!

Good luck on you desire and hang in there (pun intended) until you're absolutely comfortable and confident the

out-cum (pun as well) will be the best for your situation...

[fhunter]

Wow, that was an interesting introduction. Welcome to The Zoo

[Begoneboy (imported)]

Thank you Fhunter,

Very kind and thoughtful. Life is what it is and if we don't take it in it's entirety we've

missed the essence of it all. Love your avatar by the way. Reminds me of the surroundings

I presently live in deep in Mexico. Sort of back to the basics outlook on life. Hi Hi!

[Uncle Flo (imported)]

We have a great many interesting people here. --FLO--

[Begoneboy (imported)]

Flo you're absolutely right on that.

And it takes every kind of personality to make it all interesting.

Never ending fun is my motto.

[Losethem (imported)]

Welcome, from another of the nullo tribe. I only started seriously contemplating this life when you were busy fulfilling your desire.

It does leave me a question... how did you manage to get a surgeon to do this in 1995? I felt we are only now starting to get the help we need from the medical community, but it appears you were able to do so 20 years prior. Great for you! I hope you enjoy being nullo as much as I do. Best thing I ever did.

[minuteman (imported)]

Wow Begoneboy! Thank you for your in-depth and candid response to my question. I've not had to confront the social/marital trauma that you have, so it's a little difficult for me to absorb the notion that it could have such a dramatic effect on the view a person develops of their own body and sexuality.

I appreciate your comment re 'minuteman'. I know it has a particular resonance in the US (missiles, Hector Heathcote, etc.); over here (UK) not so much. For me it was just a name which is quite innocent on some fora - a little more telling in others

[Begoneboy (imported)]

Hello Losethem and thank you for the welcome,

I am told I don't have the ability to make a short response by many of those in my life.

That can be both a gift and a curse. Perhaps an Irish gift of blarney. But as they say "se la vi"

In the late 80's I had been sailing for quite some time and toying with the whole idea

of reassignment surgery. Of course that really wasn't my desire so I just kept sailing

and returned to the Pacific coast once again through the canal. My first U.S. port of entry

on that trip was San Diego which boasted a rather large gay community. The gay community

in my opinion has never been supportive of Nullo or trans folks so they in their own way made

a lot of fun of the situation. A few had suggested that I just wack `em off. Naturally in those

days there wasn't much medical help in any of the areas we speak. But I had to go to

Tijuana to buy some supplies that weren't available in San Diego and when passing through

the tourist district I was taken aback by the number of sex clubs. There were quite a few of the

traveste (Spanish for transvestite) clubs. Those peaked my interest and while speaking with

one particular performer he/she mentioned a doctor with a private clinic that would be happy

to do as I wished. This performer had used this doctor and was very satisfied and the results

were not hard on the eyes. The next day I was in his office discussing all of the possibilities.

He truly wanted to do a complete reassignment but that didn't appeal to my desire. He agreed

that he could remove scrotum, testes and penis without harming the ability to have normal

arousal feelings so the next week I was admitted to his small two room hospital. Two rooms

plus nurses station and surgical suite that is. surgery in the morning followed by a nightmarish

evening of a combination of sleep, dream, pushing the pain drip button and more sleep.

The next day he told me I needed to wait another day before he could remove the catheter followed

by the time it would take me to have my first pee without help before he would let me leave. Another

night passed until the morning arrived and the catheter was pulled. Probably another 6 hours before

I could manage that first pee. Oh what a relief it was. I dressed and took a taxi back to the border where

I had to walk the gambit of border crossings and get a bus back to the boat. That was one of the longest

most painful walks of my entire life. The seat on the bus was only a small bit of comfort and then climbing up

onto the boat took everything I had. Fortunately he sent me with some pretty good pain pills for the

time and I emerged a week or so later from the cabin with a whole new outlook on life. Been nothing

but better by the day since then. Hope that satisfies your curiosity. The United States is not the

sum and total of all life as we see.