Dear Mother.

I know this may seem odd or out of the blue but I wanted to take a moment to thank you for making the decision to have me circumcised. I understand that it's a somewhat controversial procedure and one that, when I was younger, I didn't really understand but I've come to see that you made the right choice.

I understand that, while it reduces male pleasure, the circumcised penis is more visually pleasing and less offensive to the senses. All of my future girlfriends owe you thanks for making the decision as do I. I would have never been brave enough to get my anteater trimmed as adult, I would have never made the decision to have it done myself.

Not only did you understand how much better my modified penis would be for my future girlfriends, but you also made the decision to take my foreskin away. Not only did you make the decision, but you paid to have my foreskin removed and destroyed and my glans left exposed and vulnerable. Thank you, mother, for insisting that my frenulum also be trimmed. Without my foreskin it serves no purpose but to provide sexual pleasure and folds for filth to gather, the prior of which I don't deserve and the latter I don't need.

Thank you, mother, for having my foreskin taken away when I was too young to know the difference, too young to even know I was supposed to have a foreskin. I grew up thinking my circumcised penis was normal and it was only my own foolish curiosity that made me learn otherwise.

When I first found out I was cut I was angry. I felt violated, like something had been taken from me without my consent. Now I'm older and wiser. I understand now that the choice isn't mine to make, that I didn't really deserve to have my foreskin. Any boy who would resent his mother for having him cut doesn't really deserve their prepuce; they're the kind of boy who would selfishly refuse to clean themselves. Who would prioritize their own pleasure over that of their girlfriends and wives. They would deny their mother their wishes.

You made me, mother. You gave me life; my penis belongs to you in a way. I understand now that if you think I shouldn't have my foreskin then that is the way it should be. 

I understand now that if you're the kind of man to resent being circumcised, you're the kind of man who doesn't deserve to have their foreskin intact. I was resentful, mother, and I'm glad you made the right decision. I'm glad you had me cut.

For the rest of my life when I take a piss, when I shower, when I have sex, and when I touch myself I'll think of you. I'll see the naked, desensitized cockhead you gave me. I'll see the scar that marks where my foreskin was mashed off with a clamp. I'll think of you, and be thankful for what you did for me.

Thank you for having my circumcised.

Thank you for taking my nasty, unclean foreskin away.

Thank you for making my penis less sensitive; I don't deserve to know what a real orgasm feels like.

Thank you for putting your mark on me.

Thank you for teaching me respect