A summer holiday can hold both shock and sparkle. We start by unpacking the terror attack at Bondi—what we saw unfold in real time, why rushed reporting amplified confusion, and how hate harms whole communities. We share where our solidarity si...

A Saturday night with Miami back in the studio means trouble—in the best, filthiest, most unfiltered way. We start with freeballing, sleep habits, and why bras are a love-hate relationship, then veer into the messy joy of attraction at work and...

A wild Sydney night out set the scene, but what stayed with us was a question we couldn’t shake: does foreskin really matter? We lean into the laughs and the awkward bits to unpack circumcision with clear eyes—how it began, who still does it, w...

Clothes feel strange after four days of sun, rain, and 375 men learning how to be at home in their skin. We headed to Naked Camp expecting a laugh and a few workshops; we came back with calmer nervous systems, new friends, and a sturdier sense ...

Sun, rain, and 385 men later, we walked away from Naked Man Camp with sand in our shoes, sore cheeks from laughing, and a renewed sense of what queer community can feel like. This isn’t just tents and discos. It’s consent-first workshops, big-h...