Here’s the other star member of my phalloplasty crew, besides Dr. Crane’s surgeon team and my leg graft. I present the yin to my dong’s yang: the forearm donor site. I call it the Rubber Chicken Arm.
I’ll admit, even as a long-time body horror connoisseur, I was a little put off at first by having this sucker now be a permanent part of my arm. And yet, I’ve come to enjoy seeing it for the few minutes of every day that I change its gauze and dressings. It’s got its own sort of Addams Family charm I’ve always had a soft spot for, and I couldn’t’ve had my dong without it, after all.
When folks ask me about it, I tell them “I traded a wizard a pound of flesh for a bigger dick.” Which, y’know. Technically isn’t lying.