There is something zen about scrolling through photos of thousands of penises, all standing at attention, rows and rows of thumbnails of erections of all colors, each captured for the camera in varying states of throb. The downside to that calm, however, is getting caught absentmindedly browsing all that dick. Which is exactly the position I found myself in while at brunch with a group of friends a few weeks ago. “Why am I looking at dicks?!?” one shrieked after peeking over at my phone, while pushing her eggs benedict as far away from me as possible, like genitalia was contagious. I offered the table a reasonable explanation: that a corner of Instagram had become a flourishing nude-sharing...
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