My prepuce wasn't cut off from me, I was cut off from my prepuce.
I died that day of course, cause there's no life without my prepuce.
My body my fucking choice, but I don't have rights to my own body.
My first sexual experience was at the age of 2, when I was genitally mutilated.
Is it because that I cannot entirely remember all of the traumatic experience of my genital mutilation is that I'm being protected?
Imagine reliving genital mutilation everyday - there are men who do."