Adam Green And His Penis

Adam Green’s always been the kind of guy who doesn’t give a shit what anyone thinks. His blog, The Lake Room, is full of blurry photographs of drunk friends, stoned relatives, weird museum moments where he’s gotten hard—the stuff you’d never actually post but somehow think about. So when he started uploading explicit photographs of himself, just casual shots of his dick, it felt less like a shock and more like the inevitable next step.

There’s something kind of honest about it, I guess. Not performative, not trying to be edgy or prove anything. Just a musician saying, Here’s my body, here’s what I’ve got, deal with it. He’s not contextualizing it or asking permission. He’s not doing it for shock value. He’s just putting it out there the way he’d put out anything else—photographs, songs, whatever. The fact that it’s his genitals doesn’t seem to register as different in his mind.

It made me think about what actual self-expression looks like versus what we’re all trained to perform as self-expression. Most people are terrified of their own bodies online, or they curate them into something presentable. Adam’s not playing that game. His music doesn’t apologize. His photographs don’t apologize. Neither does this.

I don’t know if it’s going to catch on. Probably not. Most people aren’t built for that kind of indifference to judgment. But there’s something almost radical about someone deciding his body is just another thing he might document, the same as a drunk night or a weird museum moment or a song.