Except that today, oblivious to everyone, there is a hair standing tall inside his shorts: a single hair: long, black and shining. Sprouting out of nowhere, it stands rebelliously erect on his tiny barren orb, not thwarted by the force of the cloth of his underwear, announcing its eventual arrival with élan.

Puberty corrupts - that’s a fact, and it corrupts without consent – that’s the concern.

Internet is puberty of society.

Even though most won't admit it, every young man asks the questions The Boy's Body Guide answers.

Prison for the crime of puberty -- that was how secondary school had seemed.

More than that, the thought rattled uncomfortably in my child brain that I would one day become one of them. My body then was sexless. Though I had seen the curves of adults, I couldn’t fathom the chrysalis that would turn my featureless body into something with heft and gravity, curves and the inclination to use them.