I helped my friend solve a penis problem I never knew existed.
After deciding to test out a penile-enhancing product advertised to me on Instagram, I found that going about your daily routine with a mattress coil in your pants is about as comfortable as it sounds.
The intellectual, detached masculinity of Cohen's music bridged a gap between generations.
Last month, more than 30,000 people showed up to watch young Ugandan men get their foreskins sliced in public.
It's not that I haven't thought about it. There are just an infinite number of things more interesting to me than sitting alone with my dick in my hand.
Fathers see things tattooed deep within, all that is wrong with you. And they see the good, too, things that are subtle, because they are always searching, always trying to find out why you are the way you are.