A few days ago a friend gave me my first copy of your fantastic magazine. The articles and the letters were a surprise to me.

I thought I was a dirty old bachelor of New England stock. I’m 64 and I still love it daily.

During the depression of the ’30s, I wandered around the world. I spent about five years in Africa with a Bantu tribe. The males were always nude. One day the chieftain stripped me and got a knife from one of his attendants. Then he ran his hands all over my male apparatus and rolled back my foreskin. I thought to myself, “Well, here is where you lose your balls, fella.” Instead he pierced a small hole in the translucent skin on the underside of my penis that connects the head and the foreskin.

He rolled back his own foreskin and unhinged a gold ring that had been... Read More