I keep reading all this rehashed hate of men wearing speedos in public.
Or being photographed in the ever.
And not just an aversion to 500 pound head-to-toe hairy guys wearing them; ANYONE wearing them.
WTF!??!
The speedo is a classic art form. The beautiful male body adorned with the skimpiest of coverings, showcasing everything a man has. What's not to love? (And if you're afraid of even the outline of a penis, perhaps there are bigger issues at work!)
I do actually like leaving something to the imagination, but speedos are super-sexy. And you can increase a man's sex appeal by contouring the exact fit and cut of a speedo, or changing the color to be more complimentary.
I guess I first started my love affair with the speedo thanks to an early childhood fascination with comic books, which parlayed into live-action heroes like Bat-Man and Superman on the small screen. And folks like Tarzan (MMNH! Ron Ely!) and the like certainly sped things along.
But wrestling was probably the culprit that sold me this bill of goods. Those real men grappling for long periods, sweating and grunting with only a little Lycra between their religion and another's.
In the early Eighties when I was coming up, speedos were sort of in full swing in the U.S. and bikini briefs were big in underwear. As a young man with burgeoning sexuality, this eye-opening trend during an otherwise sexually repressed time was greatly appreciated.
But, if you remain unconvinced that the hang-ups with speedos are your own, check out this dandy site I discovered...and tell me if your criticisms still hold!
"Why he so mean?"
