One of my first memories of the internet was as a horny 13-year-old sitting in my best friend’s bedroom. We were using her family computer to search for pictures of Leonardo DiCaprio. After we ogled some Romeo & Juliet film stills, we decided to look up something more risque. We typed in “naked man” and nervously clicked through to the first site. A rectangle took up the entire screen, and – slower than the most constipated poop – an image finally began to appear. A man’s head, then his bare shoulders, then down to his torso, and then …
We heard a rustle of keys and the front door burst open. My bestie’s mum was home! We frantically shut the browser and to this day, I’ve never seen a naked man beyond the torso.
