Even if you know it’s fake, it’s still pretty hot. Here is that Chris Hemsworth bulge that everyone is talking about from the new ‘Vacation’ reboot (I didn’t see the original, so I won’t be seeing this one, even if Mr. Hemsworth‘s impressively enormous dick is dangling on display.) I do prefer this look to his longer-haired Thor shirtlessness, so at least he’s headed in the right direction. Just watch where he points that big long thing – and check it out in full motion thanks to carey579.
A lot of people coming to this site enjoy a jockstrap. If you add a few hot male models to that minimal clothing piece, and a worthy cause on top of that, you have the makings of a grand event. In this instance it’s a jockstrap fashion show hosted by none other than Bianca Del Rio and benefiting TPAN and Chicago House. Give me a guy in a jockstrap and I’ll totally get behind that.
Aside from the great cause, this looks to be a stellar show featuring the artistic works of jockstrap art by The Crochet Empire, previously chronicled here. These designs are bound to look incredible in person, and with the entertaining hostessing hijinks of Ms. Del Rio, it looks to be an amazing evening. Those in the Chicago area should check it out on May 10 (I’ll be plotting next year’s visit accordingly).
As for the fashion to be displayed, you can get your very own custom jockstrap from The Crochet Empire here. Painstakingly hand-crafted and designed to your specifications, each is a unique work of art, functional yet fashionable (for those who dare to bare). Where art and fashion meet is where inspiration and excitement intersect – and when it’s between the legs of a hot guy, so much the better.
Pietro Boselli has already been named a Hunk of the Day, but these new photos merit a separate post entirely. I like the glasses and the apple motif, as if we needed reminding of his profession. I also like the white briefs. What’s simple is true. An apple a day…
A man needs to know his best assets, and here’s a man who clearly does. Zac Efron has been naked here before, so while it shouldn’t be a big deal, these photos, from a movie in which he’s supposed to be naked, by rights should not be anything special. Yet somehow they are, so feast your eyes one more time upon the almost-naked form of Mr. Efron. No stranger to nudity, and certainly not to shirtlessness, Efron gives a bit of both, in nude-hued briefs and a strategically-placed stuffed animal. He’s still hiding the good bits, but I can respect that. A girl has to leave something to the imagination.
Having been scarred for most of my life by an early lap-dance on a frightening Easter Bunny, I decided to turn this holiday around a couple of years ago with this unplanned encounter with my nemesis. While that went a long way toward repairing my warped view of the seasonal celebrant, it didn’t complete exorcize the demon from my nightmares. That would take another twist, and this year I think I’ve finally worked through that Easter bunny madness in my own underwear-clad manner. A string of pearls aided in the transformation, and ~ VOILA! ~ a new meaning for our risen Lord was born this way.
Sometimes the only way to confront a childhood trauma is to face it head (and underwear) on.
Burberry briefs and bunny ears may not be your idea of conquering fear, but in my case they worked wonders.
Of course, it wouldn’t be Easter without posting the original Scary Easter Bunny shot that led to a lifetime of haunted nights. So many people have told me that this is their favorite photo of me, which basically means I need a new group of friends. The sheer terror on this little boy’s face says more than any ensuing therapy confession ever could.
Here are a few old-school Channing Tatum shots from his early days as a male model (and stripper if we are to believe the loosely-autobiographical ‘Magic Mike‘ movie.) Mr. Tatum has surfaced here a number of times (particularly his back end) and as the world gears up to seeing more stripping scenes in ‘Magic Mike XXL’ I offer these photos to whet your appetite.
If there’s one item of clothing this blog has supported wholeheartedly over the years, it’s the jockstrap. Both utilitarian and stylish, useful and sexy, ubiquitous and precious, the jockstrap has proven itself a prime example of when substance and style merge into one iconoclastic item. Andy Boyer aimed, and succeeded, in infusing a brand-new twist into the jockstrap we all knew and loved. He created The Crochet Empire, (taking more orders next month) in which he offers custom-made crocheted jockstraps. His variation on the hallowed athletic supporter is a cozy yet breathable option for those who don’t like the standard scratchiness of traditional jocks. While Andrew Christian has run deliciously wild with design in regards to jock wear, Mr. Boyer offers a painstakingly hand-made interpretation that rivals Mr. Christian in artful intricacy.
Boyer’s work is the result of a sexy template and individually-tailored crochet work. These jockstraps give a little to accommodate your most sensitive organs, while provided enough support to keep them secure and safe. It’s like a little hug for your cock and balls, embracing you as long as you keep it on.
The charms of such artisanal efforts don’t stop at the jockstrap; there are bow ties and belts and other accents available, and custom-options that allow one to perfectly match their underwear with their outerwear. In a world of mass-production, where people have the same Gap shirt and the same North Face jacket, it’s a refreshing luxury to find a place that produces one-of-a-kind items.
The unique slant that Boyer puts on each item, and the hours of work and toil that go into every piece, are evident in the quality and beauty of the end result. It takes a little longer to produce such a masterpiece (the popularity of the product has resulted in a bit of a lag) but it’s well worth the wait. I’m sure I’ve called the jockstrap a work of art before, but I never really meant it until now.
A planned runway show, ‘Super Jocks in Super Jocks’ is scheduled for May 10, 2015 in Chicago. It will be hosted by Bianca del Rio and will benefit TPAN, a local HIV/AIDS organization. Hunky guys will sport a few of the Super Jock designs, and then the jockstraps that they wore will be auctioned off. If that’s not the best mix of sexy and serious, I don’t know what is. Bonus: readers of this blog (yes, that’s you if you’ve made it this far) get an additional 15% off with this code: ABI15. They should be up and taking orders in a few weeks, so check back to check out.
PS – My signature colors are lime green and Tiffany blue, with a dash of fuchsia for some interest, in the hopeful event that someone sees fit to gift me one of these works of art. I’d even model it for you…
“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.” ~ Franz Kafka
The empty room.
The sound of solitude.
The languorous shifting of light.
The art of being alone has produced works of staggering beauty. Only when faced with ourselves can we get to understand what we are really like. You have to be all right with being alone before you can be good company for anyone else. There’s a gorgeous irony in that, and it’s explored pictorially in Mark MacKillop’s coffee-table book ‘Room XIV.’ Released a few months ago, Mr. MacKillop has been making the book tour rounds and putting in appearances at bookstores to spread the pretty word. Reaction has been supportive and enthusiastic.
“I’ve been most surprised by people’s love of the book, MacKillop explains. “It was a really fun project that when I started it had no real intention for it to become a book or continue like this. I love that people are interested in seeing my life touring with a musical depicted in hotel rooms. I don’t think anything really bothered me about this process because that’s all part of the learning curve of trying something new you haven’t done before, like publishing a book. It’s all been a really cool learning experience.”
“You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room.” ~ Dr. Seuss
The book itself is a beautiful study on the human form, but also the human condition of solitude. There is a loneliness at work, but a contentment in that loneliness. There is also a sense of connection, or trying to make some connection. He reaches out with his gaze, seeking to impress with a pose, and the end result is a complex examination of the human condition, veiled in the gauze of beauty. According to MacKillop, it was an invitation: “Very rarely do people get a glimpse into the life of a touring actor’s day-to-day life. I wanted to be able to share that with my friends who were across the Atlantic and any new friends that I met on the road. It was my way of being creative and letting people into my world.”
“When you get into a hotel room, you lock the door, and you know there is a secrecy, there is a luxury, there is fantasy. There is comfort. There is reassurance.” ~ Diane von Furstenberg
In a world of social media overload and online-only interactions, a physical book feels old-school and quaint. It lends a warmth and sturdiness to the experience, something that will never quite be matched by the cold glare of a computer screen. A photograph on paper somehow resonates more than an image on screen. It demands a bit more.
“I love the physical appeal of a heavy book,” MacKillop admits, offering insight into the technicalities of the creative process. “There’s something awesome about physically turning pages, feeling the texture of the paper. That was an important factor when I was choosing what textures went into my book. I chose a paper that had some weight and feeling to it. I didn’t want a high gloss page I wanted the book to feel like it was from a different time, the pages really soak up the ink of the image. That being said as much as I love traditional books the Internet has made it so incredibly easy to share new images instantly so there’s an appeal for both, my love for the physical and the instant.”
That juxtaposition has made the marketing for the book an interesting amalgamation of teasing shots, evocative video, and traditional in-person bookstore signings.
“I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see.” ~ Jimi Hendrix
When confronted with the question of whether he is happier alone or surrounded by people, MacKillop straddles both states. “Everything in moderation,” he says. “Sometimes I crave the interaction and conversation of others. Although sometimes after a long day nothing is more nice than being alone. They say you can’t truly be happy with others till you are happy and content by yourself.”
“All men’s miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.” ~ Blaise Pascal
Which brings us back to that room, where a man stands by himself, gazing out at the world, at the mirror, at the camera lens. It is a moment of reflection, of solitude, of seeking out some understanding of his place here. It is his way of connecting, through the portal of a look, a photograph, a book.
“Being alone was the premise of the project. The year on tour with ‘West Side Story’ was a demanding year both physically and emotionally. It was a big year of personal and artistic growth. I spent a lot of time alone thinking. People always comment, ‘Oh you look deep in thought in the photos.’ That’s what I wanted to capture, that moment.”
Because there’s nothing hotter than a fit guy in white briefs, especially when he’s hosting the Oscars. (Quite frankly, this was the highlight of the Oscar ceremony – and it’s not even over yet.) Neil Patrick Harris has been here practically naked before, in this racy Rolling Stone cover shot, as well as shirtless in his first Hunk of the Day honor. He also wore nothing but glitter here, as was befitting of his turn as Hedwig. As for his Oscar-hosting debut, I thought it was safe and classy (as classy as you can get in your underwear) – and the perfect way to be invited back (though I may be at odds with the world on this one.)
Sometimes all it takes for a revisiting of someone’s Hunk of the Day status is a new photo shoot and some judicious photoshopping (not that anything here was photoshopped…) Here is former Hunk of the Day Andrew Hayden Smith in his second appearance on this wayward blog. There’s nothing else to say, other than Mr. Smith deserved the honor then, and he more than deserves it now. White briefs always make the man.
I will NOT accept Justin Bieber as the new face of Calvin Klein underwear. This is blasphemy on so many levels that I’ve lost count of the number of sins being committed. First of all, how DARE you sully the name, and probably the shorts, of all that is Calvin Klein. This treasure trail was not braved so some pip-squeak wanna-be can take a dump on everything we hold near and dear to our hearts. This is Calvin Fucking Klein. This is underwear. This is unacceptable.
I can promote a post on Bieber puking up all over stage. I can show a peek at his cheeks if he wants to be so cheeky. I can even give him a nod when he wants to do a one-off strip-down on some cheesy awards show. What I will not stand for is putting him into the vaunted echelon of Calvin Klein underwear models. Show some respect. Show some dignity. Show some sense, Mr. Klein.
Some days you just have to take a stand for something.
UPDATE: There have been a number of sources reporting that Justin Bieber’s Calvin Klein ads were photoshopped, to which I initially could barely raise an unamused brow. (Photoshopping? In a Calvin Klein underwear ad. YAWN.) Yet as the unretouched photos made their way onto the net, it seemed to be more than just some smoothing or filters – they altered some rather serious parts – starting with his bulge. Take a look at the before-and-after GIF below and see what you think.
It seems a bit early in the year to have a recap already, but such is the predicament of a Monday morning on this January 5 in the year of our Lord 2015. Last week I didn’t do a weekly recap because I knew that the Year in Review for 2014 was beginning the next day, and begin it did. Part One brought my ass back to the blog, Part Two brought Ben Cohen’s ass back to the blog, and Part Three brought Bryan Hawn’s ass back to the blog. That’s a lot of ass to bring back, even if much of it was sexy.
It was a week of new beginnings, in which this very blog is taking some transformative steps forward. Evolution, baby. Get those knuckles off the ground!
I put some personal family strife up for all the world to see, and realized that I was the one who needed to grow up and get out, and I think a number of us will be a lot happier about it.
A teddy bear and some cute gay animation made for this lovely distraction, crafted by a friend.
My not-so-fondness for tattoos may have taken a turn thanks to Hunk of the Day Logan McCree, while Francisco Javier Escobar Parra made a pretty case for four-name, well, names.
I’ve made a mess of things in the past, but I’m trying to clean it up.
Last but most certainly not least, this pair of sexy posts featured naked male celebrities, gratuitous male nudity, and just about everything leading up to it.
(Not to be outdone, this one gamely tried with its own set of nude male photos.)
Fan favorite Philip Fusco fills out these photos quite finely, and looks even more fit out of uniform. To that end, there are a few of him fittingly in nude form as well. Mr. Fusco has made quite a splash on this site in a short amount of time – and I’m making up for years of not featuring him with a rash of posts that started with this gratuitously grand entry here, and his initial Hunk of the Day honor here.
Thus far no one has complained about the sexy excess. Come back for more. Also, be sure to check out Mr. Fusco’s own website at PhilCity ~ where fitness, health, and lifestyle come together in one explosively sexy arena.
Perhaps he should have been crowned Hunk of the Day (as he hasn’t yet been so honored) but for now this is just an introductory post to Philip Fusco, because sometimes things have to be earned (or at least timed to promote a project of Mr. Fusco’s choosing should he deign to reach out to me.) I think that on a lazy October Saturday, this should be more than ample homage to Fusco, and to his back and front.
Jury’s out on which is his finest asset. Your thoughts? Opinions? Requests? We’re open to all. (And though Victoria Beckham has compared her husband’s appendage to an exhaust pipe, Mr. Fusco may be giving Mr. Beckham a run for his plumbing.)
Whether or not you believe that we should be celebrating Christopher Columbus, many of us have today off from work, so I’m not complaining. We should be on our way back from our annual Columbus Day weekend trek to Maine, but this week will begin with a Washington tale before we get into the Maine events. For this post, however, a quick recap of the week that was posted on this site. Time is nothing but manipulated here. On with the show.
The Nick Jonas shirtless lovefest continued with a few more shots from his recent gay-friendly promo jaunt.
Provisions for a long winter were prepared by this one-man canning machine.
In the fall, beauty and words are a balm for the chill to come.
Keeping things warm were these Calvin Klein underwear models.
The last swim of the season was happily later than usual. And so was the last bout of skinny-dipping.
An impressive array of Hunkdom was on display, thanks to the talents of Jeremy Jordan, John Carroll, James Rodriguez, and Nick Carter.
One of my favorite songs is Betty Buckley’s rendition of ‘When October Goes’ – but it has not gone yet, so let’s allow it to linger.
