ManHood owner Randy Tymkin joins Phyllis Rawley for an open discussion on male sexuality and healing from circumcision.

ManHood is featured on Per Brændgaard’s blog as part of his three-step program for penis health.

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Just like a woman use a bra to protect their breasts when walking around I use the penis holder in the form of the so-called Manhood.

A penis holder is a kind of purse in a soft and nice material with velcro closure and a cord that prevents it from slipping out of the underpants. The penis holder is placed around the head of the penis and protects the penile head from friction during physical activity. It is relevant to men who are circumcised or who are naturally equipped with too little foreskin in relation to the size of the penis.

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Wish You Were Uncut? ManHood Claims To Replace Foreskin in Circumcised Men
by Bryan Buttler

The next time you’re on Grindr and someone asks you if you’re “cut or uncut,” you can say you’ve got ManHood (WARNING: website is majorly NSFW).

Yes, that’s the name of the Canadian-based company that sells “foreskin substitutes” for all men, whether they are circumcised or uncircumcised. The makers of the small pouches, which look like little coin purses (but a lot sassier), credit science for their big idea.

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Ah, There’s the Rub

Have you lost that lovin’ feelin’ ? Perhaps your unmentionables are rubbing you the wrong way. The root of the problem, says Randy Tymkin, president of the Winnipeg, Manitoba, company R&C Associates, is circumcision, which robs the unknowing infant male of his natural penile protection against heat and cold and causes desensitization from exposure. His company’s solution: the ManHood, a socklike polyester surrogate for your purloined foreskin that is worn during the waking hours.

“I feel it’s the child’s choice—let them decide,” says an irate Tymkin of the question of whether to circumcise newborn males. (He advocates delaying the procedure until the child can voice his opinion.)

Tymkin has already shipped thousands of ManHood orders to circumcised men around the globe. Tymkin describes his own unit’s sybaritic response to the ManHood as “unreal.”

If you can’t wait to see for yourself, visit http://manhoodcanada.com.

The ManHood
Shorn bachelor creates hats for your little soldier

“I had just turned 30, and I started to realize that life was changing,” say Canadian Randy Tymkin. “I was at that point when you look back and think ahead. Then I began to wonder about my penis. Sometimes it rubs against things. That can’t be good.”

But when Tymkin set about creating a manmade foreskin to keep his circumcised stalk out of harm’s way, he quickly found that wrapping the pig in a blanket wasn’t as simple as he’d hoped. Fabric selection was crucial. “It had to be soft like women’s panties, yet masculine,” he explains. Plus, no one wanted to hand-stitch what appeared to be the world’s smallest Klan hood.

In time, Tymkin perfect the ManHood, the world’s finest artificial foreskin. “Actually, I think it’s the only artificial foreskin,” he corrects. “I wear it all the time. It made my member much more sensitive.” But aren’t the ladies shocked when they find Mr. Winkie is wrapped in a burka? “Women hardly ever see it,” he explains. Go figure.

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The ManHood
by Jay Riggio

Last week I took my girlfriend out to an Asian style dinner. We split an appetizer of deep fried teriyaki-encrusted calamari. I dipped my chopsticks in and removed a circular fried morsel that strangely resembled the detached foreskin from an unsuspecting penis. At that particular moment, I stared closely at the ring and wondered why my precious skinhood had been taken from my sacred ray gun (what I sometimes call my penis). Where had the discarded sheath that once engulfed my little genitalia gone?

I began to research the topic of foreskin and the neccesary/unneccesary performance of circumcision. In my wanderings I found that some believed that the foreskin is a valuable piece of anatomy that the Lord Jesus Christ whipped up to protect the head of the penis from everyday wear and tear. Many circumcised men swear that the exposed head of their penis has declined in sensitivity due to the exposed penile glands. After my findings, I sat back in my chair, and gazed at my ceiling. My daydreams took me to an old but familiar time when I was the tender age of thirteen. I remembered how it felt when the first slut I ever encountered slipped her evening chilled fingertips into my jeans and grazed the head of my member on a neighborhood playground. The overwhelming sensation shot through my loins like a defective mortar on Labor Day. God I miss that girl. Her hands as soft and frail as her little heart. Anyway, today my girlfriend can work on my unimpressive meat stick for a good ten minutes before I am reminded that I should cum before I make another cup of coffee. I decided that the abuse had gone on for too long. The erosion that was slowly devouring my penile glands had to stop.

I contemplated many options including wearing spandex (I always thought I looked dope in lycra), suicide, and finally, lining my underwear with cream cheese. Unsatisfied with thes options I carried on in search of an answer. About to give up, I came across a website that bore the information to relieve me of my plight. The site was an advertisement for the product called The Manhood. The Manhood is a silky sheath that slips over the penis, designed to protect the penile glands from irritating clothing, ultraviolet rays, cold weather, post-sexual activity, minor urine dribble and God knows what else. It is also a foreskin restoration alternative. A mushroom to anteater converter…….if you will. I viewed the photos and realized that my search had ended. I contacted the company’s founder and president Randy Tymkin and he agreed to send me a sample. Available in sizes small to extra large, I requested a small. Mr. Tymkin was gracious enough to send me two sizes. Thanks Randy. But despite my deep voice, and over the phone confidence, my penis is very small.

Upon receiving it, I ripped open the manila envelope and tried my Manhood on immediately. Fastening the two Velcro strips together at my little buddy’s base, I stood in my bathroom and stared down at this strange thing. My weenie looked like a KKK Grand Wizard. It looked weird, but fuck it………I was no longer circumcised. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up my pants, pointed my finger toward the sky and shouted “Hey Jesus……..payback’s a bitch, huh?!” (I was on three cups of coffee at the time.)

Eager to take my new penis for a spin, I opted to do a few push-ups before hitting the streets. I pumped a ten count, and with each full descent, my crotch grazed the surface of the floor. It was glorious. I then walked outside. With each stride, I felt my concealed penis skim the crotch of my jeans. It felt silky down there. So I pretended that my weiner was a rare diamond jewel encased in some special new age polymer, that was not only damage proof, but bullet proof as well. I’d be lying if I told you that I was any less confident than a well-hung Samoan. My Manhood foreskin simulator was perhaps what I had been missing since the brief incounter with that shy doctor’s scalpel so many years ago.

It had been two weeks since I first slipped on my Manhood. I was loyal to that little sheath the way a little penguin is to its mommy. I was beginning to believe that my sensitivity was coming back. Sex was phenomenal, and masturbation was as good as when I first whacked off. It was working. I was about to send Randy a box of chocolates as a thank you when my life as an uncircumcised man began to fall apart. My loved ones noticed a change in my behavior. I was moody and aggressive when apart from my hood. I tend to throw my socks, underwear and pants all over my shithole of an apartment before boarding the sleepy train. My hood was no exception. Remote controls and once prized souvenirs were smashed as I searched for my penis garment. When my penis was naked, I was a godamned monster. Coffee and a bagel was no longer a morning priority. Dressing my tiny staff was.

One morning my search for my hood turned up nil. I became edgy and irrational; I picked fights. In one particular burst of anger, I accused my roommate of stealing my Manhood and screamed, “My dick is like gold, you cocksucker……….fucking gold!” I’m not sure what I meant by the phrase, but goddammit, I fucking meant it.

So many regrettable moments took place in the seemingly endless string of the days that my Manhood was missing. Hopeful that booze would help, I decided to forget my unclothed genitalia. But lo! Sweet justice! I spotted my hood crumpled behind a wastebasket engulfed in dust bunnies and loose hairs, just as I was about to leave. The Velcro at the base was infested with shed pubic hair, dingleberries and a smelly kind of lint that I like to believe was a derivative of Monterey Jack. In a moment of glory, I scooped it up, blew off whatever I could and slipped that son of a bitch on. It was on the third day of losing my Manhood that I found it. I believe the Lord rose from the dead on the third day, so it was no coincidence that I had risen as well.

To celebrate my found Manhood I ordered three shots of tequila and washed them down with a beer, as soon as I arrived at the bar. Before I knew what had hit me, I was dancing with two provocatively dressed Vietnamese women. I was on fire and these broads were fanning the flames. Absorbing my heat. Gyrating my hips like a cotton mill, I could feel my Manhood tapping the thighs of these beautiful little ladies. My ego was racing. Fueled by countless drinks and a phenomenal dance track (I believe it was a Gloria Estefan jam), I dropped my shorts and proceeded to dance around wearing nothing but a t-shirt and my lint stained Manhood. I unleashed my ‘A’ game and took the floor like a seasoned vet. Some of the crowd dispersed, some stared in wonder and awe. I shimmied toward a dancefloor female comrade, when I received what I think was a sucker punch to the side of my temple. The force of the punch sent me reeling half naked onto the floor. Down, but not out, I returned to my feet wearing only a t-shirt. My hood had parted with my genitalia during my unexpected descent. I looked around hurredly and nervously for the hood. It was gone.

Laughter and shouts erupted from every corner. I was approached by a big man in a silk shirt. A new Manhood? I thought briefly……Luckily, I came to my senses and exited the bar quickly. Without retrieving my underwear, pants, and shoes…….I scurried home.

Much of that night is a blur to me. All I remember is that tears streamed down my eyes as I fumbled into my apartment. There are moments in one’s life that are never forgotten. Moments that stick in one’s memory for years to come. Moments that dig into your heart, and explode like a handful of bang snaps. Moments like your girlfriend leaving you for a well-built Spanish man. Moments like tripping up your high school’s steps, and knocking your front teeth out in front of a mob of cheerleaders. And finally, moments like losing your Manhood during a nearly nude barroom brawl. “I’m never gonna dance again, these guilty feet have got no rhythm.”

For more information on The ManHood, check out http://manhoodcanada.com.

The Great Uncircumcision Debate
by Jeninne Lee-St. John

Canadian inventor Randy Tymkin has developed a foreskin substitute — a silky sheath that protects the penis and keeps it soft. It’s called ManHood.

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The Foreskin Renaissance
by Laura Novak

“It’s quite the task to change your body—to accept that you had a procedure done that harms you.”

Randy Tymkin was only 32 when he realized that the sensitivity in his penis was going away, “quicker than I could have hoped for.” This was 15 years ago, when the Internet wasn’t the fount of FR information it is today. Still, the idea that he could restore some sensitivity intrigued him.

Living in Winnepeg, Manitoba, meant Randy went to tanning salons during the long winter. He suspected the UV rays were one reason he felt desensitized. Wearing jock straps and jeans without underwear were also culprits. “I thought of how rough our hands can be when we masturbate,” he says. “Running callous skin up and down on the naked glans. So I started thinking about this.”

Randy’s thinking turned into tinkering. He got out a sewing machine and created a little silk hood that fit over the tip of his penis, acting as a foreskin substitute. He trademarked it the ManHood, and found that wearing his creation increased the sensitivity in his penis—so much, he says, “I could not not wear it.”

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