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A man told his girlfriend he "doesn't wash his genitals" and, if you need us, we'll be screaming into the void. Image is a model, not the homophobe in question.(Elements Envato)

There is a real living breathing male who does not wash his genitals because he feels touching his own penis is gay and we are ready to catapult ourselves into a black hole and be crushed into a singularity of pure suffering.

The latest example of an actual human male embodying the Fellas, is it gay? meme, a reddit user took to the r/relationship_advice board to tell the troubling tale of her 24-year-old boyfriend who never washes his private regions and even opts for a bidet so he wont have to wipe.

Deep breaths, dear reader, deep breaths.

So basically, she wrote in the lengthy post, he explained that he doesnt touch himself there, ever, because its gay.

Therefore, he cant clean the area specifically and just lets it get wet in the shower, thats it. Other than this his hygiene is fine.

Taking bets whether he uses three-in-one shampoo, conditioner and body wash. But perhaps he should take a leaf from another reddit users book, who kept his penis minty fresh by using toothpaste as lube.

Yes, you read it right: He thinks washing his penis would be gay, the 23-year-old continued.

In fact, he thinks any touching of anything between his legs is gay. This was completely ridiculous and I started asking him what about masturbating?

What about wiping after he poops?

Well it turns out, the reason he uses a bidet is so he wont have to wipe. Using a bidet is not a problem to me, and Ive never experienced a problem with his hygiene in that regard.

But the fact he installs a bidet not out of cleanliness preference but to avoid being gay by wiping his own ass is just

I cant believe thats a real thing.

We cant believe it either, to be fair. But bidets just said male rights!

She then went onto explain that her boyfriend never uses public bathrooms, and he allegedly never masturbates either as thats also gay and he felt weird when he first did it.

He says any contact a guy has with the male ass or pubic areas is in a gay realm.

I said that makes absolutely no sense when its your own body. Its not gay to tend to your own self, gay involves other people!

Were not exactly sure what the gay realm is, or whether we can move there, but its definitely a dimension where people happily sit in comfortable chairs, recycle and appreciate beautiful sunsets.

This even extends into our sex life, a horror story in seven words.

I found out the reason he didnt want to try doggy style is because thats a gay position. IM NOT A DUDE, HOW IT IS GAY LMAO. Like this is so f**king ridiculous.

Yes, yes it is.

As the post slowly descends into the original poster scrambling to work out what her boyfriends logic is, it ignited a tidal wave of responses from the reddit community to such an extent that moderators locked the post in under a day.

That is as much advice on this deeply unpleasant topic, one moderator wrote.

Many redditors cautiously counselled that the man seek therapy or contact his primary doctor, being that he himself might be gay or may have had a trauma at some point in his life, with his centring of not doing things that are perceived as gay being a method to deny this.

Jokes aside, the users stressed, its possible this is how he deals with some sort of repressed trauma.

Either way, he obviously needs therapy.

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This homophobe refuses to wash his genitals because he thinks touching his own penis is gay - PinkNews

Global Superstars BTS continue to break records - even their own.

Suga just released the highly anticipated intro, 'Interlude: Shadow" for BTS' upcoming album Map of the Soul: 7 and the music video continues to dominate YouTube charts. In just 11 hours after its release, it already surpassed 3 million likes, becoming BTS' fastest trailer music video to reach its mark, surpassed 10 Million views in 9 hours 5 minutes, and ranked #1 in YouTube Worldwide trends.

With Shadow's phenomenal success, it's now the fastest MV by a Korean soloist to reach 10 Million views on YouTube, dethroning fellow members J-Hope's "Chicken Noodle Soup" (9hrs 33m) andV's "Singularity" (15hrs) who held the title since its release on May 6, 2018- a very impressive feat.

You can watch Interlude: Shadow here

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These "Three Kings" hold the record of the Fastest MVs by Korean Soloists to reach 10M views on YouTube - allkpop

(Photo : scx1.b-cdn.net)The universe is in constant change since the big bang, in 50 years there will be secrets revealed and more mysteries to solve.

Nothing is permanent. Everything has always been in a state of change that ordinary people may not always understand. Physics and the universe are like a puzzle but it can be deciphered, or not? As it is the cosmos gets weirder, even as scientists learn more and the man on the street believes that the earth is in a sea of stars.

Lord Kelvin once proclaimed that physic is done and there is nothing left to know. A mistake and everything that happened till now is proof of the constant change in the universe. If anyone wants to know who and what they are in the cosmos, this will be a start.

In the next 50 years, there will be changes and everyone will learn the secrets of the universe. With technology as a crutch for the scientifically challenged, that will make things more understandable to anyone with access to the information. Ordinary people can be scientists, scientists will be able to speak better to non-scientists.

How are we alive and what is the universe at large?

To make it simple, it all began in a big fireworks display called the "big bang". Before the big bang, everything existed as zero energy, with no mass or charge. But it formed into a dot or singularity as the seed that leads to the creation of everything.

What was made is a mix of matter and anti-matter that are in a tug of war, to expand or compress the cosmos into a single dot. What is seen as light are the remnants of the big bang from day one, reversing the progression of events will bring everything to point zero. This will be the start of the big bang, everything will stop existing.

Read: Physicists constrain dark matter

There is a tool used by scientist to crack the Pandora's box, reveal the secrets of the subatomic world. One of those tools used by quantum scientists is the Large Hadron Collider (LHC). This device is used to collide particles are high speed and see what happens when they collide. It is one method to check the matter and anti-matter reaction inside it.

Technology will be the tool to understand the stars

Instead of using the naked eye to see the universe, astronomers and astrophysicists have tools to help see into the dark cosmos. Modern telescope and machines can see the spectrum and energy wavelengths, even the background cosmic radiation can be seen by electronic and digital instruments. Tools like them are used to produce pictures and take a reading of astronomical phenomenon and it gets better too.

Space agencies are construct machines and other constructs to visit outer space. Even go to Mars as the first messengers of mankind too. These advanced AI machines are at the front of space exploration where a man cannot go.

Where will everyone be in fifty years

By that time, the genie in the bottle (universe) might open up and reveal new secrets. These secrets will give new and stranger views of the universe, both the scientist and ordinary person will be witness to the cosmos unseen before.

Related Article: In the Next 50 Years Our Place in the Universe Will Change Dramatically - Here's How

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In 50 Years, The Universe Will Change And The Cosmos Will Be Stranger - Science Times

Space and time are intertwined, called space-time, and gravity has the ability to stretch space-time. Objects with a large mass will be able to stretch space-time to the point where our perception of it changes, known as time dilation. The more mass an object has, the more it stretches and slows down time.

For example, Sagittarius A* the gigantic black hole at the centre of the galaxy would almost be able to stretch time to a point where it almost comes to a complete standstill.

Sagittarius A* has a radius of 22 million kilometres and a mass of more than four million times that of the Sun.

In other words, it is very dense.

And because it is so heavy, it has the ability to completely stretch out space-time, and travelling towards its centre means time would almost come to a standstill for you.

Emma Osborne, an astrophysicist at the University of Southampton, previously told an audience at New Scientist Live: Anything mass will stretch space-time. And the heavier something is, or the more mass it has, the more it will stretch space-time.

If you were to stand just outside the event horizon of Sagittarius A*, and you stood there for one minute, 700 years would pass because time passes so much slower in the gravitational field there than it does on Earth.

However, when one reaches the singularity the infinitesimally small point expect to be torn to shreds by the intense gravitational pull.

This is due to a process called spaghettification. The immense gravitational pull is so strong that the force is much stronger at the base than the top.

READ MORE:NASA news: Space agency shows galactic firework display

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Black hole shock: THIS is where you will travel to if you fall into a black hole - Express.co.uk

About a decade ago, when the writer Elizabeth Wurtzel rounded forty, her workpreviously a gale-force project of unbridled self-mythologizingstarted to look backward and inward in a different way. She began dealing more explicitly in unease and defiance, and she considered what her mythology had wrought. She wrote a piece for Elle, in 2009, about having been temporarily credentialed by extraordinary beautygrowing up thinking that love would be simpler than tying a string bikini, the kind I wore a lot while waiting on the beach for my ship to come in. She had figured out how to get what she wanted in most situations, she explained, but she hadnt learned, either as a terrifically brooding and mature teenager or as a whiny and puerile adult, how to actually connect with the men she was chasing. Now shed finally begun to find some attractive stability, graduating from Yale Law School and working as an attorney at Boies Schiller Flexner. But she was forty-oneon the cusp, she believed, of losing the lambent physical magnetism that shed both used perfectly and perhaps only ever misused.

Four years later, Wurtzel published one of the best things she ever wrote, an essay for New York magazine about what she termed her one-night stand of a life. I am proud that I have never so much as kissed a man for any reason besides absolute desire, she wrote, and I am more pleased that I only write what I feel like and it has been lucrative since I got out of college in 1989. Prozac Nation, her blockbuster memoir from 1994, had bought her freedom, and she had spent that freedom carelessly, and with great gratitude, she wrote. Why would I do anything else? Then a stalker named Maria appeared in Wurtzels Bleecker Street apartment and threatened to slash up her face. Being unmoored instantly lost its glamour: At long last, I had found myself vulnerable to the worst of New York City, because at 44 my life was not so different from the way it was at 24. This ordeal had made her harsh and defeated, and yet, she added, the story had the best possible ending: she herself was telling it.

In 2015, Wurtzel wrote for Vice about being diagnosed with breast cancer, and mocked the very prospect of anyone feeling sorry for a woman like Elizabeth Wurtzel. (Later, in the Guardian, she wrote, I am worse than cancer. And now I have cancer. All anyone can do is forgive me. Which is exactly what they have been doing all along.) All my life, I had problemsgalore!with no answers, she wrote. At long last, I find myself in trouble and there are solutions. She knew that her cancer might kill her, but depression and drug addiction had taught her that we are never so free as when we are running for our lives.

A little more than a year ago, she published an essay titled Bastard, about learning, at age fifty, that the man shed thought was her father, a distant nonentity with whom shed long fallen out of touch, was not her father. Her biological father was the photographer Bob Adelman, famous for his photos of the civil-rights movement. Wurtzel saw that she had been trying, all her life, to solve the wrong problemand that those flailing attempts to make sense of herself constituted her life. I never understood why I was so wild, she wrote. I never knew how come I had to be a firebrand. I thought there was something wrong with me. Then I realized there is something right with me. Now I know I was born this way. I did not invent myself after all. She also learned that she had inherited the BRCA mutation that caused her breast cancer from Adelman, but she didnt report how she felt about that. People see me now, I look the same, there I am with the same artificial blonde hair Ive always had, and they think cancer was a phase, she wrote. If it was a phase, she wasnt out of it. Before she died, Wurtzel was putting together a manuscript for a book called Bastard, which, she told me, she often wrote on her iPhone while she was taking her dog, Alistair, to the park.

I was friends with Elizabeth Wurtzel, though something cautions me against overstating the matter. I met her in 2015, after trying to interview her, getting stalled by a publicist, and, weeks later, receiving a late-night, two-hundred-and-seventy-word text message that began Jia. Hi. This is Elizabeth Wurtzel. During the next few years, I became familiar with her West Village apartment, stacked floor to ceiling with books and CDs and records and filled with plants and candles and amazing curios and photos, often of her. We went out to dinner in dark downtown restaurants, sometimes with Alistair, an aloof and striking husky mix, who rebuked me with a nip every time I tried to pet him. (People think he has this great personality, she said. But really its just that hes so beautiful everyone gets confused.) There was always red wine, and then more red wine, in little glasses; always her long hair and huge brown eyes floating in front of me, as if she was a deviant Alice in Wonderland and a grinning Cheshire Cat both. Returning the relentless volleys of her arguments and proclamations, I felt alternately trapped and enthralled, infuriated and liberateda grain-alcohol-strength distillation of the way it sometimes felt to read her work. I had the sense that I was occupying a place in a procession of younger female writers in whom shed perceived a resemblance. Like others, I was grateful for thisfor the way shed lived out an advance trajectory of what might happen when your writing career centers on your charisma and the strong feelings that people tend to have about young women, how that could boost and confine you, could make you dissemble (she once told me that she didnt read her press or think about how her success had to do with her being beautiful), and could acquaint you with exactly who you are.

I also just liked her. I admired her singularity, and I loved her absolutely chaotic instincts. More than once she suggested that I ought to break up with my boyfriend, even though Id given no signs of wanting to do so. Shed stopped doing drugs a long time before, but she still remembered all the best restaurant bathrooms in Manhattan for doing cocaine. She had lived through the experience of being a generational icon, and shed only ever understood herself as someone who would be loathed and fawned over; all her recent writing had analyzed, with more devotion and brutality than anyone else could possibly muster, exactly how that had warped and lit up her life. I found these later essays much more interesting than Prozac Nation, the memoir that had prompted the Times Book Review to call her Sylvia Plath with the ego of Madonna and had expressed an irreconcilable tension between Wurtzels desire to represent a collapse at the center of the Zeitgeist and her desire to be more special, more unusual, more everything than everyone else.

The original cover of her second book, Bitcha collection of essays that was published in 1998 and was subtitled In Praise of Difficult Womenshowed Wurtzel topless and giving the finger. The books analytical framework was amazingly inconsistent, but the essays were often several orders bolder than the endless Internet-era deconstructions of complicated female pop-culture icons that would follow. They mostly concern women who, like Wurtzel, manifested a mixture of prettiness and pollution so striking and inexplicable that it is as hypnotic and paralyzing as a skyscraper burning down, so strange that mystification becomes inevitable. She wonders if bad girls often meet nasty ends because of a lack of conviction: they recoil at their own badness and try to be the sweethearts they were raised to be.

But my favorite book of Wurtzels is More, Now, Again, from 2001, which approaches the territory that her later essays would cover, finally admitting the real possibility of regret. Its a memoir of her prodigious descent into Ritalin and cocaine addiction while working on and promoting Bitch, a process that involved literally moving into her publishers office and getting drugs FedExed to stops on her book tour. Tweaking out in Florida, she becomes fixated on abolishing the death penalty; she tweezes out all her leg hairs individually; she spends days online tracking the status of Mir, the Russian space station. In the clarity of recovery, she announces, I think I am ten times prettier than I actually am. She wonders if maybe all the mess shes made will be worth itmaybe shell have produced a work of genius. Trouble is, you never know, she writes. You never know until its all done.

I havent been able to concede yet that that moment has come for Wurtzel already. I was always terrified of the way she spoke about death, as if it were a joke shed been telling to the devil for years. I hope she wrote enough of the Bastard manuscript that we get to read it. A new kind of grace was emerging in her writing, which felt all the more profound for coming from a person whod long had more interest in being shocking than in being graceful. I have always made choices without considering the consequences, because I know all I get is now, she wrote, at the close of her essay for New York, seven years ago. Maybe I get later, too, but I will deal with that later. I choose pleasure over what is practical. I may be the only person who ever went to law school on a lark. And I wonder what I was thinking about with all those other larks, my beautiful larks, larks flying away.

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The Chaotic, Beautiful Larks of Elizabeth Wurtzel - The New Yorker