Genitalia size does have some evolutionary benefits, but men remain a bit touchy about the subject. Breakthroughs, discoveries, and DIY tips sent six days a week. Human history is full of juvenile jokes, odd stereotypes, and outright harmful misinformation about the size of a man's penis. But the long and short of the real science behind size suggests that men themselves are more likely than women to get riled up about the subject . According to a study published today in the journal, men routinely feel more physically and sexually threatened by well-endowed rivals--regardless of how women feel about the subjects.

This study presents an innovative AI-driven tool for diagnosing Peyronie's Disease (PD), a condition that affects between 0.3% and 13.1% of men worldwide. Our method uses key point detection on both images and videos to measure penile curvature angles, utilizing advanced computer vision techniques. This tool has demonstrated high accuracy in identifying anatomical landmarks, validated against conventional goniometer measurements. Traditional PD diagnosis often involves subjective and invasive methods, which can lead to patient discomfort and inaccuracies. Our approach offers a precise, reliable, and non-invasive diagnostic tool to address these drawbacks. The model distinguishes between PD and normal anatomical changes with a sensitivity of 96.7% and a specificity of 100%. This advancement represents a significant improvement in urological diagnostics, greatly enhancing the efficacy and convenience of PD assessment for healthcare providers and patients.

Not until I picked up Tony Tulathimutte's "Rejection" did I realize how fun it could be to read a book about a bunch of huge fucking losers. It sucks for them, the inept, lonely, self-obsessed, self-righteous, self-imprisoned protagonists of these linked stories, but it's a thrill for the sickos among us, the king being Tulathimutte, who gives loserdom its own rancid carnival. Tulathimutte understands the project--both his own and that of his characters--with diagnostic, comprehensive hyper-precision; as you behold his parade of marketplace failure and personal pathology, he's ten steps ahead of any reaction you could muster. Thus, you simply surrender to the sick pleasure of watching humiliating people humiliate themselves, as when a clammy self-styled feminist ally gets shut down by a girl and goes, "Grrr, friend-zoned again!" while shaking his fists at the ceiling, then creates a dating profile that includes the line "Unshakably serious about consent. These are two of the mildest ...

How to Do It is Slate's sex advice column. Send it to Stoya and Rich here. As a sexually dominant-leaning female, I get a lot of instant gratification out of gorgeous women online telling me my assertiveness is impressive and sexy. When I have sex with women in my dreams, it's perfect. While my "traditional" long-term relationships have been with male-presenting people, I slept with several women in my early 20s--though I struggled to find satisfying connections.

Feeld Notes is a column about a middle-aged woman who suddenly realizes she wants to have sex again--and the beguiling app she uses to do it. I know that women aren't supposed to like dick pics. Themselves? (Guys my age never seem to send them.) I'm know I'm supposed to get upset about them. Take them as an affront.

This piece is part of Outward, Slate's home for coverage of LGBTQ life, thought, and culture. I've had a lot of dick in my DMs. Lopsided dicks caught pallid in the camera's harsh flash. Let me tell you: The onslaught has been relentless. I have had the full variety of male organ paraded before me.

Despite society generally being more open about personal health in the 21st century, penis health in particular is still something that's not openly discussed as much. Perhaps it's taboo in certain cultures, or maybe men just suffer from too much toxic masculinity and feel ashamed or embarrassed about the topic. This becomes a huge disadvantage for sexually-active men who are afraid to ask questions, or ask for help regarding penis-related issues. But Singapore-based startup HeHealth may have just the solution for weary men needing very important answers – in the form of a mobile app that uses AI to analyze a photo of your penis for any signs of sexually-transmitted diseases (STDs). All done in absolute discretion, of course.

These days AI is doing so many things, right from driving cars to writing poems, but this kind of application of AI is totally crazy, a company has created the world's first AI-powered sex toy. The device is called'Autoblow AI' and it has been developed by a US-based company Very Intelligent E-commerce Inc (VIECI). According to the company, the Autoblow uses Artificial Intelligence to improve performance and can be programmed to suit the desires of a user. According to the press release, utilizing machine learning to study the actions of blowjobs, the Autoblow AI has figured out how to give men 10 different oral sex experiences. Brian, the device's inventor said: "By using AI, for the first time, understand the mechanics of blowjobs, we discovered and replicated techniques that make using our machine feel less robotic and more human."

Elon Musk has called it: you're already a cyborg. Your smartphone enhances your mind, your spectacles enhance your vision, and your pacemaker (if you have one) regulates your heartbeat. Our environment is increasingly wired, sensor-filled, and digitally connected--and so are we! This trend will only continue. All over the world biohackers, scientists, entrepreneurs and corporations are eagerly pursuing new and marketable applications for advanced technologies. Many of them are being actively designed to help humans fulfill our age-old transcendent longings--to be stronger, smarter, better-looking and more resilient, and to cultivate new abilities that seem like superpowers by the standards of the past.

Spark Notes is a recurring series about the lightbulb moments in sexual development. My parents were both readers, and they didn't let us watch that much TV. By the time I was 11, books had been my primary source of entertainment for as far back as my memory could go. Getting my adult library card in sixth grade was, in that context, a milestone of tremendous importance, a first moment of awe at being inducted into the grown-up world. Wandering into the adult stacks for the first time, I remember seeing the name Asimov in the "A" section in huge letters across dozens of titles, and taking two or three of them down to check them out.