My Genitals are Her Trophies
Smash his scrotum sac
Survived this attack
Sterile now left to bleed
Emptied in the croth
Gonads reduced to pulp
Void of sexuality
Blunt Force Castration, Corpse Cannibal
(Sample lyrics from a song I’ve never heard.)
Defoe’s scheme for using castration to simplify the religous and political life in 18th century England.
If you have a site devoted to power exchange and erotic sadomasochism you get some interesting comments. As enjoyable as reader responses can be some comments inspire irritation or pity: or a mix of both.
I am in a femdom relationship for years now, and have been well trained along the way. Our relationship has come to total domination by my owner. She has decided that now castration of me would help her know that I am her slave forever. She wishes testicles and penis to become her trophies and wishes to use my sack as a pouch to keep the balls and whatever. Have been totally obedient, guess it will happen eventually and soon.
You have to grant that using the scrotal sac for storage is a nice practical touch.
Funnily enough it was left on an old entry about a certain group of prigs who comment on blogs, The Femdom Police. The entry is one of a zillion notes I’ve written about priggish men who think they know the one true style of F/m interaction.
Often these hopeless comments seem to have arrived at random from the moon. In this case a remark in passing was what caught this guy’s eye:
Worried that your marriage may soon end? Castration will be advised.
American ingenuity never rests as illustrated by this patent drawing.
Castration Station is the stop on the Fantasy Train just before Snuff Junction. I assume these things are mostly if not exclusively fantasies presented as fact. Regardless of the topic they seem to be written by one person. Perhaps the hive mind containing the collective unconsciousness of all masochists. (Though as we learned in the case of Master Rick’s Castration Service some people really do it.)
(Castration is the removal of the testes. Having your penis chopped off is a penectomy. I’m going to stick with the former term.)
As a gesture of ultimate sacrifice, an edgy image of suffering castration makes perfect sense. As a fantasy.
As a reality it may be a sign of gender dysphoria. Even if you were able to arrange to be gelded that won’t solve the real problem.
Or sexual guilt. As long as religious fundamentalisms are a part of our culture people will grow up ashamed of their sexuality. It is your head that you’d need lopped off. Even without your genitals the conflict will continue on in your brain.
Given the diversity of human kind there must be men who would be happier castrated. But they are a tiny specialized group I think.
Female Supremacy: Men are the Slave Property of Women