Cut or Uncut?

Mistress MJ held a contest to determine the owner of an enormous disembodied penis. I, in my brilliant deductive powers, guessed correctly. Yes, I did, and I'm proud of it.

Said penis was uncircumsized, which got me thinking about the whole question of cut or uncut. In my girlhood, I only once "experienced" an uncircumcized one (I say girlhood because my time as a peripatetic, and yes, that's a noun too, ended when I met Sarge nearly two decades ago!). Needless to say, it seems a little exotic and even peculiar to me. I suppose in England and generally abroad, where circumcision is more rare, the opposite is true, but being the American girl I am, well, the plain and unadorned version is most familiar and preferred. I guess it's really whatever you're used to.

So when my old boyfriend first revealed his be-foreskinned penis to me, I must say I was quite startled, even though he had at least had the presence of mind to warn me (had other girls before me been surprised and not always pleasantly? Perhaps he learned from bitter experience). I got used to it, sort of. But it always seemed like extra work to get to the actual object, and I always worried that somehow the act of peeling was painful; it seemed unnatural to peel; separating skin from skin is usually only done in a ripping fashion...eurgh...of course that's all suggestion, not reality...

so I'll leave anyone who stops by to ponder: cut? uncut? preferences? predilections? or familarity by default?