Stephen Keefe

I went to a queer erotica exhibit in Montreal for a little social experiment.

We spoke to professional mermaid Marielle Chartier-Henault about the cities of Edmonton and Surrey prohibiting people from wearing tails in pools.

"We usually walk around with one or more actresses and we go to a bunch of guys who look fun, and say something like, 'Hey guys, who wants a blowjob!?'"

His conical, moist nipples stuck out obnoxiously into the firelight like two hairy pink traffic cones. Fuck this guy. I hated him and I hated his nipples.

The club, about the size of a backyard swimming pool, was packed wall-to-wall with 60-year-olds twitching awkwardly to obnoxious techno music. It smelled like department store perfume and old clothes.

Turns out that splashing around in a giant spandex tail is a lot harder than it sounds.

Thomas Walther is spending his retirement not golfing or eating early bird specials, but trying to heal wounds left by fellow Germans in the Holocaust.

Peter von Tiesenhausen has a novel approach to dealing with assholes from oil companies—he claims his land counts as copyrighted art and charges them $500 an hour to meet with them.

I hate cats, so naturally it was a good idea for me to eat a bunch of magic fungus before going to a coffee shop full of felines at nine in the morning. It was fucking amazing.

When a friend told me about a “Game of Thrones-themed kinky burlesque circus fetish party” coming to Montreal, I knew I had to go. I didn't want to go alone, so I asked a girl on Tinder if she'd join me. She said yes.

At the forefront of Montreal infamous panhandling scene are the city’s iconic squeegee punks. We talked to the tatted, torn-denim clad army who walk into traffic and wash windshields for change at most of Montreal’s major intersections.

A team of researchers at Princeton have been testing for evidence of human mind control ability for 35 years. We talked to the research group's laboratory manager, Dr. Brenda Dunne, to learn about the history of their testing.