Look, all I’m saying is, I appreciate Fyrezice‘s commitment to time-honored sartorial traditions like the bow-tie and the mustache. Mix that with the cigarette, and this is truly the Mad Men of self-done penectomies. All that’s missing is an 11 a.m. glass of Scotch.
(Disclaimer: This, of course, is not to be glib or to make light of this experience, which was, to be sure, not an endeavor to be taken lightly at all. Lucky for us, he has written down, in great detail, the entire process from start to finish, including not just descriptions of what physically took place, but lengthy discussions of his motivations and his life following the procedure. This is a truly fascinating account—we’d love to interview him, if not for the fact that he’s already gone into so much detail about everything. Eh, maybe we’ll still try. As well, his BME/Hard gallery can be found here.)