Category Archives: Underwear

What Are You Looking At?

Picture pages, picture pages, lots of fun with picture pages, lots of fun with crayons and pencils… As you hopefully will have noticed if you’ve been following the trajectory of construction on this website, we’ve finally gotten The Pictures portal up and active, so I invite you to have a look-see. It was a 1:30 AM night that involved some gin and some beer and some very dear friends which is why the time flew by. Many thanks to Sherri and Webmaster Skip for their hospitality and help.

 Speaking of Webmaster Skip, he’s got a new site for his services at iwonderhowmuch.com, so if you’re looking for someone to transform your mediocre site into something fabulous, something exciting,  something to set you apart from the crowd, give him a whirl. Not only does he have a knack for knocking out amazing stuff, he’s also hugely fun to work with. (How many midnight hot dog runs has your Webmaster made with you?) All joking aside, he’s the reason this site has come so far in such a short time. It’s sometimes risky working with friends, but Skip has always been professional in dealing with my demands. And God knows, I can be demanding.

There is still some work to be done on this site (so I ask you to stay tuned in the coming weeks and months while we get it into pristine shape for our tenth anniversary next year), but if you think back to the antiquated shambles this place was just a few short weeks ago, the progress is astounding. For all of it, I have to give the credit to Skip. When I was unsure about something, or doubted which way to turn, he always offered the most perfect and elegant solution, and when I needed someone to focus things and remind me of what was important, he was the sounding board to keep us on track. Sometimes it helps to have a straight guy for the queer eye. And regarding that queer eye, I offer the photos you see here, and many, many more now up at The Pictures.

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The Briefs, Bulge & VPL of Ben Cohen

Not only is Ben Cohen beautiful and confident in the underwear department, he also has a tremendous heart, as evidenced by his StandUp Foundation. Check it out HERE, and pick up some of his underwear if you are so inclined.

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Ben Cohen’s Enormous Hose

Ben Cohen in various states of underwear will be featured in the next day of posts, so stick around, or come back often.

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Birthday Briefs

Sometimes, even on your birthday, the only kiss you can count on is your own. (The world’s tiniest violin is croaking out a ‘Happy Birthday’ song somewhere for this maudlin moment.) Now that that’s passed, let’s party. With dinner at one of my favorite restaurants (Sibling Rivalry) and an Oscar Wilde-themed play (‘Gross Indecency’) I am bound to enjoy this birthday in Boston.
 
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Thom Evans, in Various states of Underwear

A lot of times I get requests to post salacious pics of shirtless men, some of whom I don’t find attractive in the least. This is not one of those times.

Ladies & gentlemen, I give you Thom Evans. No idea who he is, nor an inkling do I care.

And with a body like that, I don’t even care what he wears.

Remind me to stop eating the carbs. Actually, remind me to stop eating altogether.

He even makes man spanx look good.

All of the images by photographer Daniel Jaems, from F.Tape Fashion.

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The Evolution of David Beckham’s Bulge

Despite our in-flux status, or perhaps because of it, this seems as good a time as any to examine the evolution of David Beckham and his briefs-encapsulated bulge. God knows we could use the hits… The featured image above is the first time many of us got a glimpse of Becks and his balls, and it remains iconic. Compare that to the one below, in which he appeared with his wife, Victoria (who will always be known as Posh in my book). As much as I love her, I’ve cropped much of her out.

A few years pass before his latest venture, his own line of underwear for H&M. As disappointing as their first offering was (fabric and fit was all wrong), I may have to give it another go, even with the unfortunate mustache that accompanies the new promo images. The Power of Beckham in Briefs. It’s very real.

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Zac Efron’s Wet Tighty Whities

From Mr. Efron’s next movie, something about a Paper Boy. Zac Efron in underwear AND Nicole Kidman? I may be sold… 
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The Bulging Briefs of David Beckham

It may be blasphemy to say this, but is it really all that? Here is David Beckham in his tightey-whitey briefs – a product of his current Bodywear line for H&M. I managed to snag a few specimens last time I was at the mall (there wasn’t exactly a line or shortage for Mr. Beckham’s underwear in upstate New York), and my first impressions were not anything to blog about – at least not in any glowing-review sort of way.

The fit and design were flat, as if someone had simply taken two pieces of fabric shaped like briefs and trunks and simply sewed them together. There was no room for contours, no consideration for bulges or packages, and that’s the death-knell for a decent pair of underwear.

The trunks ride up on the thighs, which, if you don’t mind it, is not the worst thing in the world, but what’s the point of trunks if they’re just going to slide themselves into briefs? The briefs were better suited at staying put, but only because the fit was so tight.

Even the logo bothers me, with its Tom-Ford-wanna-be font, pierced through with an off-centered hole-punch to signify his football glory. It feels like a concept that fell slightly short of its goal, not quite abstract enough to arouse interest, but obscure to the point of annoyance.

If this is what I have to put up with to get into Beckham’s drawers, then I’m perfectly content with keeping them closed.

 

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Day of Departure

There’s no sadder morning than the last day of a vacation or trip. It’s part of the reason I book a morning return flight or train trip, or trudge to my car before the sun rises – the quicker it’s over, the better. Sometimes I’ve even left Boston at midnight, just to avoid the next sorrowful morning.

I know it’s just time games and mental tricks, but I don’t like saying good-bye, and that last day always seems like one prolonged farewell until I get home again. Who wants that feeling to last?

Yet over the years I’ve learned to slow down a bit, take in those final morning moments, even delay a departure to make the most of the day. It still weighs inevitably on my mind, but I’m coming around to a more leisurely approach to leaving. Sometimes, those last precious moments are the most memorable part of a trip – an early brunch, a morning stroll along the beach, or just another round of the snooze button – made more-so by their suddenly-fleeting nature.

Some people, myself often included, are happiest when in-flux, when we’re going or coming, en route and on the way. For us, the journey is the destination, and every minute spent waiting for a flight or dozing on the train is one of blessed relief from the usual drudgery of non-motion .

If I had to travel for my job, I might feel differently.

For now, the thrill remains, and the last morning will be met with both sadness and a smile.

 

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A Pigskin Ball, A Helmut, A Jockstrap, & A Marabou Robe

Let me be frank: there are only a few balls that I’m adept at handling, and none of them are made of pigskin.

I’m much better suited to donning a marabou-accented red velvet robe and making silly faces.

 

Stay tuned for more Superbowl madness – coming up next are the promised jockstrap shots. The things I do when Madonna is in the game…

 

 

 

 

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Tebowing

Tim Tebow will be playing in today’s Superbowl game. I knew little to nothing about him, including this particular pose, for which he is apparently renowned. My brother taught me how to do it yesterday, so here’s my virgin Tebowing effort. PS – Turns out it’s nothing like Teabagging.

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When Beckham’s Bulge Gets Boring

There will always be some sort of cheap thrill to be gleaned when David Beckham shimmies into his skivvies for a photo shoot, and especially when he releases a line of “bodywear” under his own name. Given that he’s done just that, and we are about to be deluged with an avalanche of moody black and white photos showcasing his shirtless physique and cloth-bound package, I thought it would once again be like those heady (and ballsy) days of that first Armani underwear campaign.

For someone of his stature to front the original promos with his prominent bulge bursting forth in a tight pair of white briefs was bold and brazen. Instantly iconic, the above pic solidified his gay-pin-up status then and there. In the ensuing ads, artfully styled and lit, he continued to go where no man of his fame-level had gone before.

Now, he has released his very own line of underwear, and the first set of ads has premiered. My reaction: one big yawn. In the same way that Mario Lopez played it safe with his debut underwear line, Mr. Beckham seems to have misplaced his balls (metaphorically at least, as they’re still very much front and center in these pics). 

Beckham simply opts for the ubiquitous gray backdrop, and himself front and center. This would be fine if there were something more exciting to sell. Dull color selections, and even duller styles, do not make for a splashy entrance into the design world. There is nothing very imaginative or exciting about these pieces. Given that they are being sold as bodywear, there may be more of a sense of function rather than fashion to them, but come on – the majority of buyers aren’t going to be soccer-playing DILFs – they’re going to be urban gay guys who expect a little more bang for their buck.

I’m not going to lie and pretend that I’ll never look at Mr. Beckham in his briefs again, but as far as getting excited over this latest batch of bulges, the thrill is gone.

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Harry Judd Gives Good Attitude

My virgin brush with the UK Publication Attitude came in 1997 when I was visiting London for the first time. Finding this magazine in the midst of my coming out process was a fortuitous bit of timing and destiny. Since then I usually check it out whenever I find it at a newstand, mostly for its eye candy and cheeky British writing.

This month’s issue features Harry Judd. I have no idea who Harry Judd is, nor does it really matter. He’s in his tighty-whities, and he fills them out quite nicely. Enough said.

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