The Foreskin Post

Yes, it's a nasty concept, isn't it? One pictures a wooden stake plunged into the ground, Neolithic warriors folding their foreskins over the tip of it, shuffling backwards to see how far they can extend the elastic flesh, their faces a grim mask of concentration in denial of pain. Ah, yes, the toughest of this tribe are distinguished by foreskins they have to drape over their shoulders or wrap around their thighs to avoid tripping over them when they run through the rainforest on their hunting expeditions. Oh, fatuous macho displays! Nothing good can come from such freakish distortions of nature.

Of course, one doesn't want to picture such things.... but one can't help it. Once the phrase is sitting there in the 'title' box, the images follow of their own accord.

My apologies, gentle readers.

I blame Leah, who suggested a while back that mentioning f*skin was a surefire way to woo Googleperverts to the blog. I'm not sure that I really want to entice hordes of Netperves here.... but then, I do want someone to start reading this. So.... I am patiently experimenting with all the means at my disposal, with all the cheap tricks that anyone proposes to me. Let's see what this one brings.

You can also blame Moonrat, who a couple of months back published a squirm-making (but, as it turns out, apocryphal - phew!) story about young boys in a remote part of the Phillipines being ritually circumcised by having the end of their boy's-best-friend repeatedly bashed with a rock. Silly Moonrat, that's how simple peoples do their laundry. It's not how they improve their young men's penile hygiene. Not if they want to perpetuate their race, anyway.

Although I think that Moonrat was genuinely interested in the story, rather than cynically trying to boost her blog profile in the way that Leah recommends.

Well, I wonder if anything will come of it. Perverts, are you there??