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No. I'm sorry but no. Jezebel is no place to learn about queer issues. It never has been and if you want to learn something, may I suggest anywhere else. Mainstream feminism does not have a good history with the lesbian/trans community and certainly not the general commentariat of Jezebel. The last time Jezebel wrote

Pretty sure that guy's used to disappointing after a couple seconds of 'scrutiny.'

But we're just stooopid feminazis, how could we see through that masterful manly deception?!?!

When your fantasy becomes reality, no one will ever need to leave their home again.

My first thought was 3D condoms. But I like yours better. I want yours.

oh, you know jackson too?

We're with you! #specificdildo

I flirted with the idea of asking him for a mold of it before breaking it off...

The normal 3D printing 'plastic' isn't really that soft in the way most penis-esque dildos are.

Mind you, 3D print the negative and mould as many silicone penii as you want! Perfect for all those gangbang fantasy occasions!

I do think that the day that 3D printers are ubiquitous and affordable is the day that a lot of women will have less trouble letting go of the questionable men who have great dicks in their lives.

I flirted with the idea of asking him for a mold of it before breaking it off,

I once continued to sleep with a clingy alcoholic dude with serious jealousy issues for about three weeks past clear red flag zone just because I couldn't bear to part ways with his scientifically perfect penis. I feel you.

Definitely not just you!

Call him back up! I'd sleep with a rando a second time if it meant I could print a custom-made dildo to my exact specifications.

One of the reasons I love reading Jezebel is it truly expands my knowledge and horizons. My exposure to LGBTQi issues, voices and history is extremely limited as a cis-gendered heterosexual man. Without places like this I would never be exposed to what sound like amazing and inspirational humans like Leslie

I embarrassly circled those guys in my yearbook at the end of every year. A surprisingly useful anthropological tool, but still.

I remember going to Israel as a child/teenager and being totally in awe of how hot the army guys were. I went there a couple years ago and I was like, "How can they let these little babies carry these huge guns?"

Maybe I dated college boys so I could look back on their photos and still find them hot without feeling like so much of a pervert.

I visited my parents over the summer and flipped through my yearbooks, of course looking up my crushes. One fascinating thing about aging (in my 30s now) is all those dudes looked like children. Gross! So gross, every one of them. Babies with acne.