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Has anyone yet observed this Male-to-Pooner causing a kerfuffle in trans subreddits? This man got his dick chopped up into a pseudovagina, but asserts that he will continue taking testosterone to account for his now-removed balls.
My new vagina!
Joins r/ftm.
I joined you but not sure if I’m welcome:
trans_catdad informs him that he will never be a pooner:
facing this scathing critique, he exits:
Having faced similar backlash from the TiMs in r/transgender_surgeries, he exits there too-
Leaving this Reddit Community.
Despite this man being definitely a totes valid non-binary, it seems transgenders of every walk of life are informing him that this is a blatant homosexual body mod fetish and YWNBATG.
I can't get reddit archives to work right so if anybody wants to step in feel free.
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Additional find from r/Castrations, What's the best way to preserve my balls?
A detailed & helpful reply is left:
My new vagina!
Joins r/ftm.
I joined you but not sure if I’m welcome:
trans_catdad informs him that he will never be a pooner:
facing this scathing critique, he exits:
Having faced similar backlash from the TiMs in r/transgender_surgeries, he exits there too-
Leaving this Reddit Community.
Despite this man being definitely a totes valid non-binary, it seems transgenders of every walk of life are informing him that this is a blatant homosexual body mod fetish and YWNBATG.
I can't get reddit archives to work right so if anybody wants to step in feel free.
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Additional find from r/Castrations, What's the best way to preserve my balls?
A detailed & helpful reply is left:
A domme on FetLife has described what she had to go through in order to be able to keep her slave’s balls after she had him surgically castrated:
“When the decision was made to have my slave castrated, a big concern I had was ensuring that the hospital would give my testicles back and not incinerate it as medical waste. (Although it’s true that my slave’s testicles are waste—ugly, saggy, scrawny, probably produced malformed sperm, never stayed descended in the scrotum—as least it is mine to possess and for me to do as I see fit.) I would pursue all means to get what is rightfully mine, and I was mentally prepared to hire an attorney if need be. I began researching online to find any United States regulation regarding return of human tissue. I found a PBS article about a woman who requested her amputated leg returned to her, articles about who owns tissue used in research, and online forms for people to request the return of their tissue from various United Kingdom and New Zealand hospitals. The search proved to be underwhelming. I was hoping to find information that could potentially hinder the return, such as biohazard infection risks or the ethics of genetic material used for fertility treatment, as I wanted to be ready to counter any possible obstacle.
My slave scheduled an appointment with a local surgeon and I prepared a list of questions to ask, including the return of the testicles and scrotum. The surgeon seemed sure of herself that the sex organs cannot be returned; she said it was not allowed and gave a personal story that she was also refused the return of her tonsil when she had a tonsillectomy. After the doctor’s visit I led my slave to the hospital. If you want to get things done, do it in person. Directness is the way to get results. I found the admission department and asked for the hospital’s risk management and ethics compliance department, as I assumed they would be handling matters such as my request. The ladies at admission told us that human tissue can’t be returned, and I smiled, politely but firmly, said I disagreed and would like to contest this.
I found out that the hospital outsources their pathology services to a third party private laboratory just across the street in the same medical plaza, so there I went. I was given the name and e-mail of the supervisor, and when I e-mailed her I was referred to the manager of the histology department. My slave was carbon copied on all the e-mail correspondence and he was worried about not receiving any more messages from the laboratory. There was no worry on my mind, I told him that people go on vacation during the summer months and it’s not uncommon for staffing to be short. Sure enough, a few weeks later I received an e-mail from the compliance officer apologizing for causing a technical delay when her reply was automatically encrypted. No matter, all she requested was that my slave submit his legal identification and written permission for her to discuss matters with me, and surely submit he did. My next reply informed her of the date my slave would be castrated, that way I could coordinate when to pick up my testicles after two weeks of formalin treatment.
Fast forward a few months, and now my Dominance is preserved as two trophies sitting at the bottom of two glass jars.”
“When the decision was made to have my slave castrated, a big concern I had was ensuring that the hospital would give my testicles back and not incinerate it as medical waste. (Although it’s true that my slave’s testicles are waste—ugly, saggy, scrawny, probably produced malformed sperm, never stayed descended in the scrotum—as least it is mine to possess and for me to do as I see fit.) I would pursue all means to get what is rightfully mine, and I was mentally prepared to hire an attorney if need be. I began researching online to find any United States regulation regarding return of human tissue. I found a PBS article about a woman who requested her amputated leg returned to her, articles about who owns tissue used in research, and online forms for people to request the return of their tissue from various United Kingdom and New Zealand hospitals. The search proved to be underwhelming. I was hoping to find information that could potentially hinder the return, such as biohazard infection risks or the ethics of genetic material used for fertility treatment, as I wanted to be ready to counter any possible obstacle.
My slave scheduled an appointment with a local surgeon and I prepared a list of questions to ask, including the return of the testicles and scrotum. The surgeon seemed sure of herself that the sex organs cannot be returned; she said it was not allowed and gave a personal story that she was also refused the return of her tonsil when she had a tonsillectomy. After the doctor’s visit I led my slave to the hospital. If you want to get things done, do it in person. Directness is the way to get results. I found the admission department and asked for the hospital’s risk management and ethics compliance department, as I assumed they would be handling matters such as my request. The ladies at admission told us that human tissue can’t be returned, and I smiled, politely but firmly, said I disagreed and would like to contest this.
I found out that the hospital outsources their pathology services to a third party private laboratory just across the street in the same medical plaza, so there I went. I was given the name and e-mail of the supervisor, and when I e-mailed her I was referred to the manager of the histology department. My slave was carbon copied on all the e-mail correspondence and he was worried about not receiving any more messages from the laboratory. There was no worry on my mind, I told him that people go on vacation during the summer months and it’s not uncommon for staffing to be short. Sure enough, a few weeks later I received an e-mail from the compliance officer apologizing for causing a technical delay when her reply was automatically encrypted. No matter, all she requested was that my slave submit his legal identification and written permission for her to discuss matters with me, and surely submit he did. My next reply informed her of the date my slave would be castrated, that way I could coordinate when to pick up my testicles after two weeks of formalin treatment.
Fast forward a few months, and now my Dominance is preserved as two trophies sitting at the bottom of two glass jars.”
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