The thing I am proudest of in my novel is my absolute refusal to use any weird monikers for genitalia in sex scenes. No one since 1855 has touched a dick and thought “My! His throbbing Manhood!” And I will stick by this to the death.

The term “Manhood” always conjures up that one SCTV sketch with John Candy selling leather bound erotica as Harry the Guy with the Snake on His Face to me and I die laughing.