citypaper.net – Ashlea Halpern
The plight of modern-day eunuchs, and why they come to Philadelphia
He could’ve filled three Pepsi cans. Maybe three and a half.
That’s how much blood Talula estimates he lost the first time he tried to castrate himself.
Life had hit an all-time low. Depression hung around his shoulders like a lead suit. His libido had spiraled out of control, and he was masturbating as many as five times a day.
So in June 1994, at 37 years of age, Talula made a decision. He’d had enough. They had to go. He stripped naked and sat in his tub, Betadine solution in one hand, an Xacto knife in the other. He doused his genitals with the antiseptic until they glowed amber, then slowly, carefully, slit open his scrotum.
No anesthesia. No alcohol. Nothing.