I Want to Dip My Balls in It!

Maybe.

I know it's a touchy subject- a collective squirm throughout the internets, but we're talking about something important here and it must be said: vasectomy. 

Damn, see?  It's like the scene in Stand By Me when he gets leeches on his junk.  I remember the whole row in the movie theater crossing their legs, even the women.  Getting stuff snipped, especially stuff that has never done me wrong and was key to a great part of my happiness from the age of 14 to present, well, it doesn't seem right.  Necessary?  Probably.  Right? No.

My wife and I are done having children.  There, I said it.  We like what we've got.  We're happy.  Put the freaking lid on.  The time has come to trust someone other than Trojan Man and Navin R. Johnson with the technicalities of our bedchamber.  I don't want to think about Xavier McDaniel.

I want to think about sex.  I want to live in the moment, consequence be damned.  Is that too much to ask?  I figure I only get so many opportunities, each lasting up to (but not longer than) 4 hours, that it's time to stop the insanity and just get jiggy with it. 

That's how I'm justifying it anyway, but damn, it's scary. 

What about you?  Any of you have a eunuch unique take on this?