Ben Sommer, conceived through alternative insemination, is a young man now and tells the story of deciding to meet his donor.

Anthropologist Emilia Perujo discovered that infertile men are hard to hear, even if your thesis is about listening to them.
Can people live alone without being lonely? Given that more people are choosing to live solo, are our needs changing?
Joanna Schroeder responds to Tom Matlack about Mimi Alford’s confession of an affair with JFK.
My first response was “give me a break.” And then I sat down and thought about it some more.
On September 7th, 1982, Ogilvy, one of the original “Mad Men” and a damn good writer, sent the following internal memo to all agency employees. It was simply titled “How to Write.”

Men who earn less than their wives are more likely to experience erectile dysfunction. Is that a problem?

Sylvia D. Lucas wants to put the “men’s bodies are yucky” myth to bed.
Over the past week or so I’ve been following the heated online discussion between The Good Men Project’s Tom Matlack, Lisa Hickey, and feminist writer Hugo Schwyzer (who has now formally resigned from his position as editor and contributor to the website). The debate started after an intense Twitter back-and-forth which was posted on GMP under the title “The Wrath of The Feminists”. Schwyzer wrote a response to this title and the content of the tweets arguing that the language and arguments used by Matlack unnecessarily hindered an otherwise thoughtful discussion about gender. Soon after, Schwyzer formally resigned from GMP and posted an article explaining his decision on his own website, hugoschwyzer.net. While Schwyzer claims it was due to a brand-censorship issue, it seems the resignation has two sides with Hickey commenting that Schwyzer refused to have a discussion about the matter before resigning. Whatever the case may be, the whole debate seems to epitomize the very nature of gender discussions today.

“The mountain is nothing but itself. It does not speak. It has no message, and yet it is the great metaphor maker.”—opening line of the novel Angel.
I often see aspiring writers in various forums posting variants on this question: “How do you, as a female author, write from the male perspective?”
Speaking as a female author who has written a novel with two male central characters I will tell you this: you can’t.

In his post “Is Male Lust Turning Us Inside Out?” Tom Matlack explores the possibilities of what would happen if men were truly open about the nature of their lust. But is male lust really such a monster-in-the-closet? Let’s face it; even though not all women understand or accept it, we expect men to go to strip clubs, watch porn, and enjoy commercials featuring busty, scantily clad women. The hard truth—as unfair as it is to men—is that we expect men to be lustful.
After each day of working to help young combat veterans, hooked on opiates, take care of one problem (drugs) in the face a bigger one (PTSD), I find myself thinking of those who claim that gender roles have become confused.
My first thought? I must have missed that memo.
When I stumbled on to the Lingerie Football League website the other night, I was shocked. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Women dressed in football pads and lingerie- was this a joke? Writing for The Good Men Project, I often find myself having many theoretical discussion about how things ought to go, how we would all like them to be, how society was in the past and how it might shift in the future, but here in front of me was something very un-theoretical. The LFL is what is happening right now in our culture. It took a moment for my brain to drift down from the place of lofty visions of social equality and realize that despite all our talk, we still have a lot of unraveling to do when it comes to what we understand about our sexuality.

A little over a year ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. When I first felt the lump in my left breast, I ignored it for some time. Partly, I was scared. Partly, I didn’t believe that it could be cancer. And partly, as a transgender man with a lot of fraught feelings about that part of my body, I just didn’t want to think about it. I was 27 years old, healthy, strong, and had no history of breast cancer in my family. But I did go to the doctor eventually, and after determining it was cancer, I was rapidly scheduled for a double mastectomy, which would remove the tumor and as much breast tissue as possible, and would investigate my lymph nodes to see how far the cancer had advanced, allowing my doctors to stage it and recommend a treatment plan…
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The other day, my friend Dina was talking about her experiences of being catcalled—street harassment is a more accurate term—while walking around the streets of New York. This wasn’t the first time I’ve heard about the epidemic of street harassment. Many of my women friends have remarked about experiencing and dealing with this kind of harassment and how unsafe it makes them feel.
For Dina, one particular instance of harassment on the streets of New York was cemented in her memory. She was walking alone, during the day, on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, when she heard a man taunt her, “Hey baby, you’re lookin’ good…”
“Don’t call me baby,” she responded.
He looked her up and down and said, “…fucking dyke.”
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