For quite some time I've been interested in the psychic effects of castration. Since I'm a girlpuppy I'll never have first-hand empirical information but I am blessed in that I personally know three eunuchs (two voluntary, one not.)
Of course, one of the voluntarys is very close friend/sex buddy Barry, the other being one of his two eunuch pals from Houston. The second Houstonian is the "unwilling" eunuch. The latter has only recently been willing to discuss his "case" with me, and prefers to do so by telephone rather than face to face...odd, to say the least...or not.
I've told Barry's tale in previous posts, so this one concerns the other pair of snippees.
In a nutshell (NUTshell!
), the first of the two had spent years in growing fascination with the concept of losing his ballsies. Finally, he had them taken off (well, out, actually,) and claims he did find the immediate prelims and the actual event to exceed his hopes and expectations. That's all good, I suppose, and I agree with him that this is why he is a "happy eunuch".When we've talked about his life as it is now I've gotten the impression that this man was truly meant to be a eunuch. Not only has he become a more likeable person (according to him and others. I didn't know him pre-snip.) but he claims to be MORE interested in sex and more enjoying thereof than before he was castrated. Now THAT surprised me, given the usual lore and conventional wisdom re post-castration sexuality.
The other man, the one whose castration was definitely NOT elective, can scarcely conceal his bitterness and resentment over the loss of his ballsies. However, he too is still sexually active, almost obsessively so. This, in my opinion, is in defiance..."So you took my balls off. You think I'm not a sexual person any longer? Hold my beer and watch THIS!" BTW, I've been in this man's company numerous times over the past year-plus and I've YET to see him smile. Sad, so sad.
By now you might be wondering just how this guy's castration came about. Well, he has told me a few sketchy details, but those can wait 'til later, if to be told at all. Frankly, if his "tale" is true, someone needs to be in prison.
Back to the Happy Eunuch; He seems delighted with his status. He actually loves to look at his privates (mirror, video, still pictures, etc. Who knows? Maybe an portrait in oils or even a stained glass window!
) and to show himself "down there" to anyone who expresses the slightest interest or curiousity, male or female alike.The Unhappy Eunuch: When he reveals himself it's "See what the bastards did to me?!?!?!?!?!". Not good, not good at all.
For some time I've had a growing apprehension that he will ultimately commit an act of violence. It's a toss-up whether it'll be directed at another person(s) or himself (suicide.)
Both these men are currently NOT on HRT. The happy one must have a rather productive adrenal gland 'cause he can get it semi-up on demand. The crabby one is less "effective" but does manage some lengthening and can reach an orgasm if "assisted'...and Yoli is NOT the assistant! This man has definitely suffered some shrinkage. I've seen some old pics from his pre-eunuch days and he was rather well-endowed (that was a factor leading to his castration, or so he claims.)
So, there's the thumbnail view of my "research" into the psyches of two eunuchs. There will be more as I learn more.
I'd appreciate any info based on personal experience of those here who have been snipped or what others here have learned via contact with eunuchs.
In other news...
I'm hoping to get after Bambi and Porky tomorrow. My bout with the Flu? Crud? Beri-Beri? Very-Very?...wot-tever, caused me to miss a chunk of deer season but I plan to make up for lost time. We need to seriously thin the herd at the largest of BigGuy's ranches. The plan calls for the "removal" of at least FIFTY mature does and some older spike bucks. Of course, we can kill wild hogs from dawn to dusk for a week and STILL only make a dent in that growing menace. Sooo, your little Goddess Of The Hunt will be in her killing mode for a while.
Ash(leigh) sez "Hi" (She just leaned over for a smooch as she delivered a fresh cup o' kawfee.)
The cat sez "Murrrrrrrrmrowww" (Translation: "Pet me, bitch!) If I don't immediately comply she'll go after my newly pedi'd and painted toes!
(Yoli pets cat. Cat smirks as is to say "Owned!")
Well, gotta go inventory my gear...Rifle, shells, Shotgun(s), shells for those, Under Armor(TM) to keep me warm, Down vest, heavy sox, boots, Orange knit cap, Orange over-vest, knives (guess what I get to cut off when I down buck or boar?), gloves, muffler, and so on. Then we drive from SA to Rocksprings...Whoopee!
Love to all, will eagerly await responses!
Yooooooooo-landa!
The sweet and demure girl-next-door.