Insane Pooner. Your dead looking, squishy flayed arm flesh roll is not a penis. It's almost insulting to liken one of those ridiculous rot dogs to a real penis.
That Pooners essay is the biggest heap of concentrated cope I've read for a while.
Their "phallos" are the most stupid looking fucking things to come out of the whole transgender cult insanity, it's a toss up between them and the floppy, tubular HRT tumors that troons grow as their moobs.
Stinkditches are by far the more disgusting looking, (except in rare cases where the "phallo" matches them for sheer vile grossness you can almost smell through the screen, such as ElephantDick, or LampreyDick, the latest addition to this Barnum Show of Horrors) but the rotdogs are just so fucking stupid looking, and on top of being totally not fit for purpose, inevitably bring with them a constant revolving door of UTI's, revisions, fistula, strictures etc, they're almost invariably either grossly oversized, or awful looking Lovecraftian growths like ElephantDick, and to top it off, they're in the overwhelming majority of cases completely numb, unfeeling skinrolls that not only lack sensation themselves, but the installation of the things normally leaves the Pooner with no feeling in their buried and Testosterone mutated Pripyat Clits.
I know it's a standard cope among Pooners that "phallo was designed for men who lost their junk" but speaking as a man, if I ever had some fucked up accident the resulted in my penis being blown off by an IED or something, I would fucking get on with it and make do as a fucking battlefield eunuch before I ever wasted my time with a fucking "phallo" they're just pointless, ugly, useless, and cause more medical problems than they are worth.