Another Uninteresting Title.

The radical autonomy of being a boring idiot.

Photo by Gareth Harrison on Unsplash Unsplash makes it to Tasmania! This is in fact an artwork at MONA, in Berridale, Tasmania.

Car crashes. Everyone loves a good car crash.

Unfortunately, I’m a bit more of a minor scrape in the supermarket carpark.

Yet, some online are feeling the need to prioritise their minor scrapes over the car crashes of others, men in particular.

Men!? That’s right, I am one. At least as far as some definitions of that word go.

I should learn to shut my mouth sometimes. Does my inability to do that have something to do with being a man? Cause or coincidence?

The particular occasion on which I probably should have shut my mouth was when reading kasey sparks’s recent rundown on the female orgasm.

Just Like Happiness, Orgasms Are My Responsibility

Surely, I thought, a treatise on the male orgasm would be ripe territory for some biting satire? And who better to author such a masterpiece than myself?

After a few weeks of radio silence I’d failed to come up with a single gag worthy of the said enterprise. Hang on, was that an unintended…