Sommaire pour August 2025 de FHM UK

There’s something sacred about a stool, a cold drink, and a mind that’s just loose enough to wander. Somewhere between the second sip and the last call, men start asking the kinds of questions that professors argue in dusty halls—but with less pretension and more laughter. Welcome to the world of the Barstool Philosopher: part Socrates, part smartass, fully in pursuit of a deeper truth… or at least a great conversation. This isn’t about drunken rambling. It’s about using the soft hum of alcohol, a good friend, and a bit of mental friction to ask questions that matter. Questions with no clean answers. Questions that make you tilt your head, squint into your beer, and say, “Damn… that’s a good one.” So raise your glass, clear your mind, and let’s…

Sex in the beginning? Fire. Explosive. Animalistic. You can’t keep your hands off each other. You’re skipping dinners, texting nudes in the middle of the workday, and fantasizing about tearing each other’s clothes off before the front door even shuts. But then the months roll in. Maybe years. Routines settle. The thrill starts to fade. The same positions. The same foreplay—if any at all. One of you initiates, the other shrugs. Eventually, even the spark of trying dies out, and what was once magnetic becomes mechanical. You’ve got bedroom burnout. And it’s killing your connection. Here’s the truth: every couple hits this wall—even the ones posting sexy selfies and love captions online. And it’s not because you’re incompatible or broken. It’s because sex, like anything worth keeping alive, needs fuel.…

It wouldn’t begin with a bomb. There would be no dramatic presidential broadcast, no blaring sirens, no blood-soaked beaches in Normandy or mushroom clouds over city sky lines—at least not at first. If World War III began tomorrow, the first few hours wouldn’t feel like a war at all. They’d feel like a glitch. Your phone won’t load Instagram. Flights out of major airports are grounded with no explanation. The ATMs stop working. Emergency alerts buzz across your screen in broken syntax. A major port city experiences a total blackout. Markets tank. Twitter is flooded with strange videos—foreign soldiers marching down unfamiliar streets, intercepted radio chatter, TikToks from terrified teenagers. And then… silence. Something is wrong. You don’t know what, but the world has changed. Behind the curtain, deep inside…

So good to have you join the FHM family. Can you please tell us a bit about yourself? My name is Kristin Maruska. I was born and raised in a small town in New Mexico, with roots that are Spanish, Danish, and Hungarian. I work in the health field, but I’m also a bikini fitness competitor, a bikini/stage presentation posing coach, and a group fitness instructor. I absolutely love sports, my dogs, art, and photography (both being the model and taking the photos). Which three words describe you the best: If I had to sum myself up in three words? Supportive, fun, and driven…basically, your ultimate hype girl with a mission! That’s me in a nutshell! A little heart, a lot of hustle, and always here for the good vibes.…

It usually begins with boredom. Not heartbreak. Not loneliness in the grand, romantic sense. Just that late night, empty-room kind of boredom that hums in the background when the texts go unanswered and the porn tabs feel tired. You’re lying in bed, thumb twitching across your screen, scrolling through memes, half-reading Reddit threads, ignoring that group chat that hasn’t made you laugh in weeks. Then you see it—an ad for Replika, or Romantic AI, or one of those soft-lit videos on TikTok showing a perfect digital girlfriend who’s always smiling, always listening, always there. No games. No ghosting. Just comfort, validation, and sexless warmth—or not so sexless, if you’re willing to pay. It doesn’t take much. A few clicks. A name. An avatar. Maybe a sultry voice pack if you’re…

The Rise of Sextortion Scams Targeting Men The internet promised us freedom. The ability to connect, flirt, and even fall in love with someone halfway across the world was a once-fantastical notion that quickly became an everyday reality. But while technology has transformed human interaction in profound and positive ways, it has also opened a Pandora’s box of psychological manipulation, deceit, and exploitation. Among the most vicious of these digital plagues is sextortion: a form of blackmail that weaponizes vulnerability, shame, and our most intimate digital exchanges. And although it’s not exclusive to men, the current surge in cases across the globe paints a chilling picture—men are being hunted online, and they’re often suffering in silence. Sextortion, by its simplest definition, is the act of extorting someone using sexually explicit…

We’re happy to have you featured. If you could write a letter to your younger self, what would you say? I would tell myself to live my life for me and not to let the insecurities of others cost me opportunities or joy I life! I think I held back a lot of my potential to appease others for a long time. You need to do what makes you happy as long as it is not hurting anyone. You can be or do anything you’d like! Don’t let others narrow down who you are! I am a structural engineer, model, and bikini/dress designer.) Is that typical? No, but it is who I am. I get to decide who I am. No one else should have that power. One day, I started…

In a world where the algorithm dictates taste and the “Top 10” section on your streaming platform cycles the same tired blockbusters, it’s easy to feel like originality has gone dark. Everyone’s watched Stranger Things, The Boys, and The Bear—and sure, they’re great. But beyond the glossy ad campaigns and endless TikTok edits lies another tier of content: shows with real bite, ambition, and brains—but no marketing budget. These are the overlooked masterpieces. The slow-burn thrillers, the haunting foreign noirs, the low-budget sci-fi with more heart than Hollywood spectacle. They’re shows that respect your intelligence, reward your attention, and—crucially—remind you why you fell in love with storytelling in the first place. They’re buried treasure in the vast landfill of content, and once you dig in, you’ll wonder how the hell…

If you thought Jaguar was alone in undergoing a treacherous transformation, I challenge you to overlay Lotus’s current rebirth onto that piece of tracing paper. The similarities are irrefutable; both brands, iconic and adored by enthusiasts, are suddenly under threat of new consumer tastes – Jaguar sales fell 90% in Europe! The once enviable brand cachet now seems more like an expensive burden than a benefit, while the rich motorsport history has been relegated to a footnote instead of the opening chapter. Jaguar’s new approach of erasing its legacy and focusing only on hyper expensive electric cars is extreme and polarising, but it at least sends a message that the old way of doing business wasn’t viable. Lotus on the other is taking a more balanced approach, hoping to retain…