Hoping to find out more details, I ran a Google search on Sitiawan penis (Sitiawan is the city in Malaysia where the OP-linked event occurred). The first Google result had obviously changed since the Googlebot archived it (no “penis”), so I went to the cached version.
It’s a “Men Seeking Women in Malaysia” personal ad page. Halfway down the page, the ad placed by one guy in Kuala Lumpur is titled:
So, it’s obviously a local culinary delicacy.
(One of my favorite local restaurants is Malaysian / Singaporean / Indonesian. I’m going to be reading the menu very carefully in the future, I can tell you.)
I’m with Miller. I can believe that someone would cut off his penis and eat it as the result of some kind of sexual fetish, like in the thread Fisher Queen linked to. But after having seen so many of these anti-drug cautionary tales debunked (tripping girl thought she was an orange and tried to peel herself, etc.) I have a hard time believing this story as presented.
I read somewhere that woman in Malaysia will cut off their cheatin’ husbands’ penii and send them off tied to helium balloons. At least that’s what the people on Fark say.
Not exactly what I described, but as Snopes shows, the story has been through so many permutations there really is no “authoritative version” of this particular Urban Legend.
I was ever so glad to see the acid=window one debunked. When I was a kid and a teenagers ('70s and '80s), that was the drug propaganda equivalent of “Don’t run with a stick; you’ll put out your eye.” “Don’t drop acid; you’ll jump out a window.” No maybe, no variables, just, if you drop acid, you’ll immediately go to the window. :wally, indeed.
A certain person who is at this very moment sitting in the very same chair that I am took “heroic doses” of LSD every three days for almost a decade.
This person’s anecdotal evidence suggests that even mundane food preparation tasks were avoided under while the influence. Making a rue as a basis for a cream sauce, for example, while easy enough to undertake without batting an eye in the cold light of day, takes on a distinctly oogy quality when everything’s all wiggly. Sauteeing your own genitals? That’s a lot to ask. Even if you’d scheduled the menu a week in advance, once you’ve got a headful of hallucinogens you’re gonna dig around in the fridge for something ready-to-eat that has the least alarming appearance and texture possible. Never mind your friend’s offer of home-made burritos. “Are you mad?! I can’t handle bean paste right now… please, get it away from my face!”
