Category Archives: penis-talk

The worst thing to ever happen to my penis.

[Note: This story gets pretty graphic and moderately gross. Don't act like I didn't warn you.]
Before we begin, a few things:

(1) I like genital piercings. They look good, they feel good, they’re the soup that eats like a meal, they’re the real San Francisco treat.
(2) Yes, they hurt initially. Yes, they’re still worth it.
(3) In [...]

The second-worst thing to ever happen to my penis.

When I was eight days old, some bastard Rabbi – in possession what was surely a highly dubious medical background – was hired to slice off my foreskin while my entire family stood around and watched like a bunch of mooks. Fourteen years later, I began a moderately successful career of drug use that lasted [...]

The third-worst thing to ever happen to my penis.

One of the benefits of being a kid born into a family (anywhere north of absolute destitution) is that, for a few years, you’re entitled to take absolutely everything for granted. Christ, you’re just a kid. People still tie your shoes for you. People wipe your ass for you. You’ve always got a warm meal [...]

I am a lazy piece of shit.

As the title indicates … I am a lazy piece of shit. As has been pointed out to me near-daily, my neglect of this blog has been nothing short of criminal. That’ll teach me for revving up the hype machine too early on, I suppose. But I’m here to redeem myself, and if I play [...]