You may not know the name, but you definitely know the face. After all, you grew up with it.
Who stole all the Post-its and Xanax and Bengay?
Crowd-sourced porn, genderqueer dissections, and some good old-fashioned advice on how not to throttle your insomniac toddler.
The female flexing of physical dominance—usually manifested through fashion—is just one facet of intra-sexual competition.
A Minnesota man confessed to clandestinely ejaculating into his co-worker's coffee because he didn't know how else to say I love you.
Queer cowboys getting it on successfully champions the notion of being man enough to take a man.
As we all know, progress does not march forth in beautiful, lock-stepped advancement like a well-oiled army; rather it trips and stumbles along, it
Pin-up fashion help. Sex-talk with kids. And accidentally "fluffing" a porn star. Being a woman is amazing.
While biohacking might sound like the stuff of nightmares and horror films—I'll leave biological manipulation to the experts and not a shadow
I'm a freakin' Buddha. And then I'm seriously starting to freak out.