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Also just briefly; y’all are going to make me solve that cryptic-selfie issue sooner than anticipated. Thanks for the follows, hope I can make it worth your while. 

TMD’s Prosthetic Review Master Post.

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A while back I recieved a question asking me to review the plethora of prosthetics/packers I have used over the years.
I’ll give each a rating out of 10, with 10 being the better end of the spectrum. 

Note: This is a work-in-progress; I can’t sit down and write all of the reviews at once. Thanks for your patience. 


Homemade Condom/Gel Packer: There’s a first time for everyone, and mine was right here. As far as I’m concerned this still feels much more realistic through underpants than some of the more pricier store-bought packers available. Not too much to say here; doesn’t look realistic, but feels good and you can choose what size you’re comfortable with.
4/10

Novelty Sticky Penis: This was, when I was very young, my first ever “bought” packer. It was sold as a novelty, and the texture and consistency is exactly that of those sticky slapper hands you had as a kid. I had to powder it every time so it wouldn’t stick to my harness, and it was actually bright pink – but it worked and made me happy at the time. I was underage, and did not have any way to order online. This sufficed, but I wouldn’t reccomend it. (Link to what I’m talking about)
3/10

Mr. Limpy: This was the first proper packer I bought. I probably can’t say much more than anyone else has; they’re affordable, pretty realistic and come in a few different sizes. I couldn’t use any but the “Extra Small” version without feeling like I had an uncooked sausage in my pants. Does the job well, and I still use this particular packer if I am going swimming or doing particularly acrobatic activities. It stays where I put it, and it’s too large to look obscene under tight clothing/swimwear. You can easily make homemade STPs out of these, too.
Cons: Lacks the realism some other prosthetics have, can often feel a bit too squishy, needs thorough cleaning and powdering so it doesn’t get sticky.
5/10. 

MAN-GO: This was one of the first STP’s on the market which wasn’t simply a medicine spoon recipticle in a Mr. Limpy. What I really liked about this product was the recepticle; it was much smoother and easier to use than the medicine spoon I had been using prior. The packer itself was just a Mr. Limpy, although I purchased my MAN-GO when they first came out, so I can’t really comment on how they are now (or if they even exist?)
7/10

GV Sailor: This packer is probably the best in terms of realistic feel than most others as the core is a different density than the outer softer skin, giving it a realistic feel and weight. I never really used this packer much however, due to me not being able to find a comfortable way to pack with it. I was used to a smaller packer back then, and I think this was 4″ instead of 3.5″ that I was used to. It’s on par with the Mr. Limpy with regards to realism when looking at the prosthetic, however feel is far far better.
7/10

Peecock Generation 1: This, as it stands, is by far the best prosthetic I have had to date in terms of how it sits in my underpants, how it packs nicely without an obscene bulge and how easy it is for me to urinate with it. I forget I am wearing it. I never have to think about lining anatomy up, or accidentally messing myself. It also works well enough in bed for sexytimes, seeing as it’s a Pack, pee and play.
The cons with this particular product are the severe lack of realism; there aren’t as many little details on this prosthetic as there are on say, Mr. Limpy’s, but the ability for it to work so well in other areas surpasses this inconvenience for me. I also did not want to have a giant prosthetic for packing, so I opted for the smallest they had – which then made it a little too small for bedroom use.
8.5/10

Freetom 4-in-1: This has been thoroughly reviewed both in video and in pictoral format HERE and HERE.
7.5/10

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Whoa, things have been hectic here as of late.

There’s not long to go until Christmas, and we have only one weekend at home before we host Christmas for Wife’s parents and her family.

Needless to say, between work and preparing the house/land, I’ve not had much time to sit down and write. For that I do apologize.

All is well in our little family, though. K is so grown up now it’s beyond a joke – I feel like his maturity has soared in the last six months. It’s hard to put my finger on exactly what has changed, but all I know is I feel very blessed to have such an amazing little man as my Son.

K has had a big fear of swimming and putting his head under water in general since a rather horrific swimming lesson experience in Kindergarten where the teacher literally pushed his head under the water, and threatened him with a lack of Santa that year if he didn’t do it himself. Needless to say we fired that swimming coach, and it’s been a work in progress ever since.

We finally convinved him to give lessons another shot – I mean we live in Australia surrounded by gorgeous bodies of water, rivers and oceans. It’s just not safe if you don’t know how to swim around here.

So last week K had his first one-on-one, swimming lesson since Kindergarten. We didn’t tell the teacher how phobic he was, deliberately. She knew he was an absolute begginer but had no idea just how terrified he was at the thought of water over his head.

Within 10 minutes, K had jumped into the pool, had the water over his head and was doggie paddling across the width of the pool by himself.

This progressed to doing a series of Pin Drops – jumping feet first into the water, arms by your side and springing off the bottom. I was in awe. The instructor is absolutely brilliant, K was having the time of his life and although you could see his fear a little bit – he also knew he was very safe.

Proud is an understatement.

He says he can’t wait to go back this week, and can’t wait to finally go along with his school friends for group swimming next year.

SIde note: I am aware I need to review the Freetom Prosthesis! Had a little bit of a stuff around and I ordered it later than I anticipated by a few weeks, so I’m still waiting on it. Hopefully it will be here before Christmas and I promise to give a good review. I’m taking three whole weeks of around Christmas/New Year – I’ll have the time. Thanks for your patience.

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The Birds and the Bees Talk.

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K has always been a curious fellow, so when he came home and asked if “The word Sex meant hello?” as another student told him it did, I had to set him straight. I couldn’t have him waving hello to people shouting out “Sex!” thinking that’s what it meant.

My Wife and I had already explained the basics to him previously, he knew he was in his mother’s tummy until he was ready to be born, he also knew that he came out her vagina. He found this funny and gross.

So my Wife and I sat him down this one day and explained exactly how a baby is made, and what the word sex meant. We did it in a somewhat scientific manner – K is obsessed with documentaries and has a very large vocabulary for someone of his age, so this appealed to him. I can’t recall exactly what we said, but it was something along the lines of “When people want to make a baby, a man puts his penis into a womans vagina and releases sperm from his penis inside the woman which then fertilizes the egg. A baby is then able to grow inside the Mother’s tummy.”

He was totally not ready for that answer I guess, because he looked rather mortified, thought it was utterly disgusting that anyone would want thier genitals to meet, then changed the subject to Minecraft (the best thing ever when you’re 8, apparently).

Since then he’s asked a few more questions, like how gay couples are able to have babies. We’ve answered these honestly as well, speaking about IVF, donors, adoption, fostering etc. He gets very upset when speaking about Marriage equality because to him, if you love someone enough you should be able to get married regardless of gender.
Smart kid.

All in all the “birds and the bee’s” talk went over much easier than I had anticipated. Probably because there was not many questions he had, and nothing that particular triggered my dysphoria because I was speaking about it in a somewhat scientific manner.

We always remind K to come to us if he has any questions about sex, and not to me embaressed or ashamed because as parents, it’s our job to answer his questions to the best of our abilities.