I find the idea oddly terrifying. I say oddly, because I'm sure it's normal to find it skwicky, but I'm not normally bothered by this sort of thing. I've had lots of surgeries, knees, teeth, I've had bad burns, skin grafts, broken my sternum, yadda.
I guess I have a primal attachment to my junk or measure my manliness somehow relative to my potency. Silly, but the idea still really bothers me.
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