Okay, as some of you may know, I am compiling a book about foreskin! Yep, I have been asked that many times over the years so I decided to gather all the information and experience I had (I have a foreskin) and put it all together in one place. An easy to read, funny and informative guide to the foreskin. I have been running an Intact site for a while, but things have been getting out of control with the time I was spending maintaining it. Another reason for my decision. A book, once done, is done! 

Anyway, suffice it to say, one cannot have a foreskin book without at least one picture of said foreskin. After all, you can talk about it until the cows come home, but the truth of the matter is, not a lot of folk who live in places of high circumcision have ever seen a foreskin. A lot of people in the western world don't even know what one is! the foreskin wasn't even mentioned in anatomy books printed in the USA until recently.  

So this is where I decided to take the plunge and my camera into the bathroom and 'snap away'. I wanted to try and get a couple of really good 'flaccid' shots of my willy for the book. Suffice it to say: guy alone in bathroom with camera and pants down equals one uncooperative willy. I mean, for fuck's sake, as soon as I dropped my pants--the air getting to my Mr. Happy, did he decide it should be play time and unless he got some action, he wasn't going to retreat. When people say a guy has his brains in his dick. THEY ARE CORRECT! Oh, God, how they are correct.  

Seriously, my willy insisted it should remain hard no matter what and couldn't understand why it was coming out to play if nothing was going to happen other than a couple of click of the camera! After a good ten or fifteen minutes of trying to take said photo without beating my meat, a knock on the bathroom door startled me from my efforts.

My partner wanted to know why the hell I was in there for so long and was worried I had collapsed or something. No...nothing so dramatic. Just an uncooperative and unappreciative willy. I mean, really, after all the years of treating him right (well, okay maybe not so much). Then when I finally need him to do something for me, no go! What a jerk! I wasn't impressed.

I think he was paying me back for all those teenage 'episodes' I had. You know the ones (if not, read my teenage misadventures--click on the link of the book in My Books section of this site--where ants, watermelon and various other objects were used to experiment with and on my little friend. Oh, I should have seen this all coming. 

In the end, my partner had to help. The result of my efforts? You'll have to wait and see. Suffice it to say, my willy got it's own way, and the picture above does have some relevance to the activity my partner had to employ to help get the shots I needed. Oh, the things I do for my art! LOL