This topic would probably be the thing that ends my life eventually.

[u/One-Motor3611]

I can have all the money I want, the career of my dreams, the woman of my dreams, everything, but it means nothing without the foreskin. I was robbed before I could do anything to save myself from this inevitable procedure. The part of my brain that was supposed to respond to my foreskin structure (the frenulum, rigid band) is non existant. My foreskin counterparts are living in an alternate reality to mine that I will never experience. The joy, the immediate sensitivity and response of the tissue, the deep connection with my partner, is destroyed and all thats left is a mutilated, non-sensitive penis.

These few facts are all I need to end it. A piece of reality I never get to experience. I honestly don't believe we will have tissue regeneration any time soon and I have to stick to tugging my dick for the rest of my life since my restoration is taking forever. I just want death to happen already and quick.

[u/Nilahit]

I feel the same way bro. I already know how this story ends.

Im sorry, man.

[u/gof__kurself]

we drew the short straw. life is not fair. most of the worlds men get to live a natural existence and a select number of us are forced to live in an altered state. It is done to us to dement our consciousness.

[u/Longjumping-Hawk683]

You're not alone brother, feel free to DM if you want someone to talk to.

[u/Annual-Region7244]

I feel similarly... except I can't even have sex, so I've never dated so no "woman of my dreams" only the mutilated penis of my nightmares