I was born in a small town with only one doctor. He counseled against circumcision and my parents went along.
At age 2, we moved to a big city. My mother told me “all the other boys” were circumcised, and I figured out what that meant at the elementary school trough urinals. Then I knew I had a secret to keep.
So, I never let any other boy see my penis, avoiding the subject unless I raised it. I only did once, with my closest friend. He said my dick looked like his cousin’s, and his cousin said he wasn’t circumcised. My friend didn’t say any more about it.
In college, the topic came up in a mixed-company dorm-room conversation. One opinionated guy said “it’s not worth it” to have a foreskin. The girls seemed curious what he meant, but another conversation got started and we didn’t return to that subject.
That was all, until my friends started having babies and I took the initiative to raise circumcision with them. The first one – I suspect he was circumcised, though he didn’t say – said, “It’s how we’re made,” and wasn’t going to have his son circumcised. Not much else to talk about, there.
Once, at a dinner table full of guys my age, someone brought up the documentary, “The Red Pill.” I hadn’t seen it, but there’s an infant-circumcision scene that leaves viewers shocked. I added that circumcision destroys ⅓ of the penile nerve endings. The table went silent.
So, in general, my experience has been that circumcised guys don’t like to talk much about circumcision. And I haven’t had much in the way of in-person chats with intact guys where the subject comes up.
