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[Jimmy Jenkins, college freshman, to his mother:] Dear Mom, I can't believe that I've gotten up the courage to write this to you, but since you have always be understanding, and are really my best friend, here goes. I want to be castrated! I hope you haven't fainted, Mom. But I've gotten it off my chest. I know this has been a shock for you, but it doesn't change the simple fact: I want to be castrated! The truth is that I have always looked with distaste on my male equipment (I won't, can't say "jewels"; "junk" would be a better word in my mind.) Furthermore, I have always regarded my testosterone surges and erections as annoying distractions that come at the most inappropriate times.. Well, I have made a good friend here at Lowell House, Pete McCue. He and I were talking about one thing and another, and gradually the conversation drifted into the question of masculinity. We found ourselves both agreeing on what a crock masculinity really was, with its insatiable drives and aggressions, and all to no point, since one contribution by one man to a sperm bank takes care of reproduction for generations to come; and human cloning will soon make men completely superfluous to reproduction of the human species, since it will be possible for women to be cloned in an all female world. Sure, we talked of such future possibilities, and agreed how desirable for the human race an all-female world would be. Our shared regret was that we weren't women. But then we got down to brass tacks, as I told Pete how I'd always been ashamed of my erections as a demonstration of the masculinity I've never desired. (I've always wanted to be a girl.) I noted that testosterone surges and erections were a real distraction in my life from studying and many other things. "Why should I be a slave to this stupid thing between my legs I didn't ask for and don't want?" I asked. Pete replied simply, "there's a way out." He unfastened his pants and showed off a totally limp penis with not a trace of testicles! He gave his penis a contemptuous flick with his thumb and forefinger. "Dead as a doornail," he said. He added that he was thinking of having the penis itself removed as a next step. From that moment on, I knew what I wanted. I was helped by the fact that Pete gave me the address of a wonderful web site you may want to visit to better understand where I'm coming from: Eunuch Archive. Going to that site, I found myself in the middle of a supportive family (that's the only word for it) of men who wish they could eliminate their genitals, and some women who understand this urge. Pete also introduced me to other eunuchs (they use the word without shame) here at Harvard. I was surprised how many of them there were. They were all totally supportive of my exploration of the subject, without putting any kind of pressure on me to follow their example But Mom, I really know this is what I want in life. Please help me, because I don't know how to approach Dad about this. I know Dad really loves me, but he's always been sort of masculine-distant. Keep a stiff upper lip, etc. I hope this hasn't been to much of a shock to you. But I would be dishonest to my tradition of confiding my deepest feelings to you if I didn't repeat, I want to be castrated! Love, Jimmy. [Laura Jenkins to her son Jimmy:] Dear Jimmy, Far from shocking me, your e-mail has made me the happiest mother in the world! Just as at Harvard there is (it appears from your letter) an "underground" of boys who want to be castrated or have been castrated, so there's an underground among us women who are willing to discuss the subject of VMGE, as we say for short (voluntary male genital eliminationa). Hardly a meeting of my bridge club takes place without one of the ladies saying, "the answer to the problems in that marriage is one word: castration!" We discuss ways to broach the subject to husbands and sons, all in the spirit of being confident that the testosterone-free life is a happier life for a male, and that many are even happier having their penises amputated as well (penectomy is the term, I believe. You may want to consider it.) Darling, I'm so happy for you! As for your father, I contacted him in LA where he's at that conference, and he sent the attachment to this message that you see. A Eunuch for a son! I'm so happy I could cry! One final thing: do consider a penectomy as well as castration. Why do things half way? [Forwarded message of Henry Jenkins to his son Jimmy] Dear Jimmy, You will better understand my reaction to your news if you recollect the recent postings of a new Eunuch Archive member whose handle is "Ball-less Stockbroker". Yep, that's your Dad. I even contributed the story Castration on Wall Street. In a nutshell, my testosterone was driving me mad, and as with you, I met a friend who showed me the way. He gave me the name of a female doctor specializing in castration -- believe it or not, it seems its a growing field -- and I'm now testicle-free, and loving it. I'll ask that doctor for a recommended colleague in Cambridge or Boston so you won't have to be bothered by having testicles a moment longer than necessary. As for your hesitation to approach me directly about your perfectly natural desire to be castrated, I fully understand. I used to be into the stern male thing. Not any more. Now that I'm a eunuch I find my caring female side is coming to the fore more every day. Lot's of love, Your eunuch Dad [Jimmy Jenkins to his parents] Dear Mom and Dad, I know I told you earlier how grateful I am for your understanding and supportive approach to my castration. Now, I just want to say "the deed is done". A visit to Dr. Judy McCue's Castration and Penectomy Clinic "fixed" me. Incidentally, that's even the name of the place on a plaque outside, which shows how mainstream voluntary male genital elimination is becoming. Anyway, I'm testicle-free and testosterone-free and happy as a clam!. I'll be home in a couple of weeks for Thanksgiving, of course, Mom, I really look forward to letting you see how happy and relaxed castration has made me. Same to you, Dad, but we also need to talk eunuch to eunuch about the possible next step, namely penectomy. I know I want this, and I suspect you do to. Love, Jimmy [Henry Jenkins to his son Jimmy:] Dear Eunuch Son, Now that we're both happily castrated, I feel we're so much on the same wavelength that I've made an appointment with Dr. Laura Johnson, who castrated me, for penectomy operations during your Thanksgiving visit. Dr. Johnson has a colleague, Mary McGuire, and they will carry out the operations simultaneously. I had thought of head to tail operations, but it appears there is a big demand for such simultaneous joint penectomies in the same operating room. Your mother is totally supportive, but of course it's your call. Love, your castrated Dad [Letter of Jimmy Jenkins to his father] Dear Dad, You read my mind! Now every time I look at my hated penis I say, "you're not long for this world buster." Love, eunuch Jimmy [Note from the editor of this correspondence: the father and son penectomies were carried out efficiently as scheduled. The Jenkins family is now even more united than ever. A particularly pleasant moment for both father and son is when in a public place such as a restaurant they go to the men's room and each head for a stall so as to piss like women. Just a nod of the head reminds each of their shared bond. Sometimes on leaving the stalls, one of them glances at the urinals and shakes his head as if to say, "if only other men knew," or perhaps, "the way things are going on the castraton and penectomy front, I wonder how much longer these things wll be needed." Let's hope not much longer! End of editor's note] |