Hi all,

I was a member here before all the forum changes and re-joined a few months ago.

Many years ago, I experienced some prostate related problems and started researching treatments This turned up 'orchiectomy', which I found it horribly fascinating (rabbit-in-headlights syndrome). The prostate problems were resolved, but the fascination with balllessness remained.

I lurked here for several years before joining and read the archive avidly (and I've managed to contribute a story myself*). Like a lot of ppl here I'm also fascinated by genital size - or lack of. Being a 'smally' helps, but a little more shrinkage wouldn't go amiss.

So, yes I'm a fantasist (and apologies and respect to all genuine eunuchs for that), but with the passage of years I'm finding that what might have been an horrific prospect is something I (think I) could face with more equanimity...

More later...

rgds,

Min

* https://eunuchworld.co/s12861

Welcome back. Nicely done archive story too.

I share with you an unsought discovery of a previously latent fascination with ball-lessness and also in being another fantacist among us at EA. My discovery of castration of humans as a cultural practice dates from 1969 when by chance I read about it in Cradle of Erotica, a sort-of documentary published in 1963 and even now cheaply available second-hand. This revelation supplied me with yet another genital configuration fetish, which made scant progress when only print and video sources were available, but blossomed with the internet and my discovery of BME and EA.

I acted on several of my other fetishes but kept the intriguing prospect of doing away with my testicles and scrotum in reserve, to milk as fantasy fodder. As you relate about now being able to face orchiectomy “with equanimity” should the especially serious sort of prostate problem visit you and fail the cure, so did I when I got such a visit at age 64 – see my profile. Thus I’m among the one in four who, when ablation of all of one’s testosterone becomes necessary, would embrace the surgical route to eunuch-hood and let my fantasy come true as a consolation benefit.

Meanwhile, as my periodic PSA results go up and then back down, and as other diagnostic procedures suggest cancer relapse and then a biopsy fails to find it, I pluck yet another petal off the daisy which determines whether I stay an intact male or become a ball-less eunuch. It’s a roller-coaster ride of imperfect equanimity, but mostly as to unwanted non-sexual consequences of living without T — rather than to removal of my external T-making organs.