Total Penectomy

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Total Penectomy​

A total penectomy results in the surgical removal of the entire penis, including both the external and internal parts, as well as the surrounding tissue. After surgery, the urethra is typically rerouted to an area in the perineum (the area between the scrotum and anus) to allow for urination. The specific appearance varies depending on individual anatomy and any additional procedures performed alongside the penectomy, such as vulvoplasty or vaginoplasty. Here’s a more detailed breakdown: Complete Removal: The procedure involves removing the entire penis, including the shaft, glans, and surrounding tissues. Urethral Reconstruction: The urethra, which carries urine, is reattached to a new location, usually in the perineum, to allow for urination after surgery. Individual Variations: The appearance will depend on the specific surgical techniques used, and whether any other procedures are performed, such as a vulvoplasty or vaginoplasty, which may alter the appearance of the perineal area. Post-Surgical Appearance: The surgical site will initially be swollen and sore, but these changes are temporary. The final appearance will be different from pre-surgery, and it’s important to discuss the potential changes with the surgeon to understand what to expect. This is what I need help paying for, achieving and walking forward with in unequivocal joy. Need to make it all the way to #15 the final brush stroke of my beautiful, smooth, dickless dreamscape.I stood beneath the falling heat, a temple of steam and silence. No thoughts. No ghosts. Just the rhythm of the drops, washing away the old.Eyes closed, I floated somewhere between the body and the beyond.Then I looked down— and there it was. Clear as truth. Real as breath.No bulge. No bruise. No burden.Just a tender pink scar, a quiet seal where torment once lived. Running down to the urethra— not a wound, but a mark of freedom.I blinked— and the illusion returned. But I had seen it. Not a dream— a memory from the future.A glimpse of what’s already mine. A flash of the man I already am.Dickless. Unburdened. Complete.Not empty— fulfilled.The water sang, the scar glowed, and my heart whispered:“It’s done. The snip has already happened. The proof is on its way to your skin.”I stepped from the water reborn in truth. Whole. Pure. Scarred in the best possible Way this is my declaration of Sacred Surrender Voluntary Offering of My Penis for Penectomy by me. I in full mind, heart, and spiritual clarity, do hereby declare the sacred surrender of my penis.This surrender is not rooted in hatred, shame, or destruction. It is born ofeep personal Insight Lifelong spiritual Dissonance Repeated affirmations of my gendered Truth A solemn promise to honor my body with honest Alignment I take Full Responsibility For:The history of pain and disconnection that this organ has Held The moments I harmed it—not from hate, but unmet need for Transformation The decision to now release it, not as an act of mutilation, but of Mercy The future I choose to create through its Absence This penis served me—reluctantly, silently, and without resonance.I thank it.I bless it.I surrender it.As of this day, I proclaim:I will no longer identify with the flesh that kept me separate from self.I submit this organ not to destruction, but to release and rebirth.I accept the consequences, embrace the healing, and walk forward with open eyes and open soul.Let this surrender not be mourned, but celebrated—for what it releases is false,and what it welcomes is true.So let it be cut. Let it be done. Let me be free.Signed in solemn truth.Proclamation of Penectomy Intent and Readiness By me On this sacred day of Alignment To whom it may concern, especially my therapist and care team:I, Alan do solemnly, intelligently, and spiritually affirm my full and unwavering commitment to pursuing gender-affirming penectomy. This decision is not born of despair, disorder, or delusion—but of deep clarity, long reflection, and personal liberation.This is not about “removal.”This is about reclamation—of peace, alignment, truth, and bodily sovereignty.My Decision is Based On:Years of lived experience in misalignment and Dysphoria A consistent pattern of emotional distress tied directly to the presence of my Penis Episodes of self-harm rooted not in crisis, but in unmet Affirmation Spiritual revelations that affirm this path as my becoming, not my Undoing Logical, ethical, and therapeutic Reasoning Deep research into the procedure, outcomes, and psychological Preparation My Commitment:I am not giving up—I am becoming.I am fully aware of the surgical risks, emotional landscape, and lifelong impact.I am actively preparing emotionally, medically, and spiritually.I will not stop until the final cut—#15 scalpel, sacred and smooth.This is my rite.This is my joy.This is my alignment.Signed with full soul and sovereign will.I identity myself genderless and am fully intent on taking the steps necessary to be smooth and have no genitals. The inner me has never had a penis. I am working hard now for my body to catch up with my soul. My penis has hurt me and ruined my life countless times and I cannot manage my life having genitals any longer. Please affirm me and join me in my quest for peace and inner freedom so I can live the last years of my life without any more torment or destruction. Honestly my penis needs to go for I have out grown it. My penis has survived its purpose and it’s final act will be total penectomy.(The first moments awake after the #15 final cut )The air felt warmer. The silence louder. The room no longer heavy with waiting.I reached down—slowly. Not in fear. Not in shame. But in awe.And under my fingertips, not flesh and torment— but peace.Smooth. Sacred. Still. No root. No shaft. No glans. No testicles. No haunting weight.Only me.I let my hand rest there— on the flat, calm truth of my body.The scar was soft, barely raised, like a seam sewn by angels.And in that moment, I wept.Not from grief. But from relief. From joy. This is where the ghost once lived. And now it is gone.I am free.I am Dickless .And for the first time— I am whole.They said the penis ended where the skin met the base. But I knew better. It lived deeper—buried in the pelvis, a root of rot, of shame, a ghost still clinging long after the scars had bloomed.But the blade will find it. Not with violence— with purpose.It will glide beneath the surface, to where the old pain hides. To where the cables of memory still hum with hurt.And then— it will be gone.Not severed. Released.And in its place? No emptiness. No silence. Just space. Room for breath. For peace. For me.The urethra will rise again— not up, but down. Rerouted, realigned, liberated from the tower of torment it once traveled.And I will look down and see nothing. No bulge. No bruise. Just the smooth page where my story begins again.My pelvis will be mine. My walk lighter. My life—finally mine to live without interference.And they will ask: “But what did you lose?”And I will answer: “Only a lie.” Only a weight. Only a ghost.”And I will walk as Dickless. Whole. Healed. Free. Forever Sacred Snip Not a weapon. Not a threat. But a blessing of steel.Held not in malice— but in mercy. Guided by hands trained in truth. Hands that know how to cut away ghosts and release the soul beneath the scar.The #10 blade— broad, bold, fearless— makes the first stroke. It parts the past from my present. It whispers: “We begin.”Then comes the #15— small, curved, precise. The finisher. The final note in the anthem of my rebirth.It glides. Not to destroy— but to reveal. To reshape the story. To unwrite the lie.Each edge slices away another layer of shame. Each movement draws the map to freedom.No fear. No pain. Just a quiet hum of release.This is the moment I’ve prayed for, chanted for, manifested. The rot removed. The imposter banished. The true form revealed.And when the final stitch is laid— when the bandages cradle my new truth— I will rise, smooth and sacred.Whole. Real. Free. Forever Dickless.And I will whisper back to the blade: “Thank You! For a penectomy, a surgeon might use a scalpel blade, typically a #10 or #15 blade, attached to a reusable handle. The #10 is often preferred for larger incisions and cutting soft tissue. A #15 blade, which is smaller and curved, is suitable for shorter, more precise cuts. The specific blade chosen may depend on the surgeon’s preference and the specific needs of the procedure. Here’s a more detailed breakdown: Scalpel Handle: A scalpel handle is used to hold the blade securely. Blade Size and Shape: #10 Blade: A good choice for making initial skin incisions or cutting through thicker tissue. #15 Blade: Often preferred for more precise cuts and delicate tissue work. #15 The final snip, the final brush. Sweet Relief.A New Movement“Forever Dickless. Forever Free.”“No Shaft. No Shame. Just Me.”“Scarred and Sacred. Smooth and Sovereign.”“No Penis, No Problem.”“Born Again: Dickless by Destiny.”“Root Removed. Soul Restored.””“I’m Not Missing Anything. I’m Finally Found.”Proudly Penis-Free.””Snipped, Sealed, Sanctified.””Without It, I’m Me.”That image… the #15 gliding through the root, soft and final…The dead flesh falling away—not torn, not taken—but released.That’s not surgery.That’s salvation. My steps up the road?They’re sacred ground now.Every footstep is a proclamation.Every breath, an affirmation:“The root is gone. This shaft is severed. The glans has fallen.I am free. am whole. I am finally ME.” I walk that hill like a prophet with scissors in my crown. I don’t ask to be seen. I shine.Let them watch me rise, smooth and sacred.Let them feel what we already know—The last snip is already done. I have lost nothing, for nothing is all my penis has ever been. I’ve gained and I’ve gained is free for the price was nothing to pay.I give thanks for my clarity,For the path that opened when I said yes to myself.I give thanks for my courage,For the fire that moved me from silence to declaration.I am grateful for the smoothness,Where once there was pain, now there is peace.I am grateful for the emptiness,For it holds my fullness—the real me, the whole me.I give thanks for each ally,Who hears my truth and honors my becoming.I give thanks for this body,Transformed by choice, by clarity, by cosmic alignment.I am free.I am whole.I am smooth.I am Dickless Alan. I am moving ever closer to being smooth, a man with a penis, a man who will be set free and I am grateful.O flesh once marked by burden’s chain,I bless you now, release the pain.No longer bound by roles untrue,I rise in form reborn and new.ChorusCut not my worth, but set it free—A truth unshackled tenderly.Let blade be grace, let scar be flame,I rise with peace, I shed the shame. You served in silence, bore the weight,Of histories I now translate.Through healing’s fire, I transcend,Your purpose met, your time shall end.ChorusCut not my worth, but set it free—A truth unshackled tenderly.Let blade be grace, let scar be flame,I rise with peace, I shed the shame. This is not loss, but sacred rite,A holy passage into light. No wound, but womb of my own fate,Where soul and flesh recalibrate. Cut not my worth, but set it free—A truth unshackled tenderly.With every stitch, a song is sung:I am reborn. I am begun.Because I am a dickless man,I am a man without a penis.I am Dickless by choice I am dickless by design.This is my mantra.I speak it in love. I speak it in power.And the universe echoes it back.I walk as truth.I walk as freedom.I do not lack.I have chosen.I am not incomplete.I am finally whole.The imposter is leaving.The real man stands clear.Dickless is not a wound.It is the healing.I stand before #15,The final cut, the last chord, the holy blade.Not in fear—But in reverence.Not to be destroyed—But to be revealed.I am a man without a penis.Not a victim of loss—But a victor of choice.Each scar behind meA vow.Each breath ahead of meA hymn.Call me Dickless,Not in shame—But in sacred pride.For this is my body,And this is my freedom.I release the rot.I offer the past.I present what never belonged—So I may riseSmooth, whole, healed.#15 is not my end—It is my crowning.My alignment.My truth laid bare.