"A visual thing."
That's exactly what I have been telling people who asked me what it is that draws me to this.
But why is it a visual thing for us, and how? And why does it do this to us only, and not to others? Something must have happened to us that didn't happen to others. What is different about our mindsets? Can acucullophiliacs be recognized by other traits? Can we even build a profile of a "typical acucullophiliac/ circumcision fetishist"?
I "know" two other guys like us from another forum, and was somewhat surprised how similar they are to me in certain regards. I'll gladly go first in volunteering some info now, perhaps someone wants to continue the observations. So, what I believe to have in common with these two is: Born and raised in the 70s, grew up in Europe, in an environment where circumcision was rare; university degrees; artistic/ creative professions; multilingual.
It may not be a recipe, but perhaps common denominators can be identified?
And what actually is it that draws us to it? From my side, if I'm honest, it has always been:
- a vague sense of desirable group identity (American/ Israeli/ whatever, something powerful and superior, and antagonistic to my actual world)
- an idea that females secretly approve of, and prefer, a circumcised penis
- a certain sense of thrill to have something, and be comfortable with something, the uninitiated may find cringeworthy
So, in a way, for me, it has always been a mark of distinction; or shall we say, something to beef up my own identity with. And that is the part about me that has always been weak. I have simply never "belonged" to anywhere properly, because my surroundings did not accept me, or I did not accept them. But my appendage gives me a sense of belonging, through the mechanisms described above. Belonging to something better, I should say, seems to be my inner motivation there; I always have been a snob. And I always have been hard on myself, working on myself, for betterment - and if it takes an exposed glans, fine, try me. So that, I think, hides behind the fetish in my case. A proud and embittered outsider, willing to fight his way up, and if it takes sacrifice. Call me a willy desperado.
Is this true for yourselves, too?