By Lyle V. Harris
My male friends often call it, “The Sickness.” The term is a not-so-metaphorical reference to our often distracting obsession with women that seems baked into our genes and which, for many of us, is as natural as breathing.
By Lyle V. Harris
My male friends often call it, “The Sickness.” The term is a not-so-metaphorical reference to our often distracting obsession with women that seems baked into our genes and which, for many of us, is as natural as breathing.