Guys … GUYS! … you’re making us all crazy.
Between flashing the pubes and the nips and the ass cracks, runways have become jerk-off extravaganzas.
Forget about how many buttons you should have on this year’s sportscoat. In the hyper-homo dreamworld of menswear, it’s all about miles and miles of long, lean torso shining out nakedly beneath open shirts.
And can we just say one thing?
All. This. Skin. Is. Killing. Us!
So please … don’t stop!
Oh we know you can’t help it.
It’s the designers who are putting you out there like succulent pieces of meat — Boysicles just ready to be licked!
And it’s not just D&G but Armani, Versace, Prada, Girbaud, Valentino — oh, fuck all of them!
Those tricksy designers keep coming up with new parts of the male anatomy to drive us crazy with. They just never sleep!
It’s gotten to the point that pants are slipping so far down on snake-hips that we wonder why you runway guys bother to wear pants at all!
It started a long time ago — in the 1980’s — with “cobblestone abs” (to use Tom Wolfe’s dee-vino phrase) and Marky Mark grabbing his crotch.
It started, in fact, with Calvin Klein.
He was wandering through a steamy dance bar in the warehouse section of Lower Manhattan, known — with all irony intended — as “The Meat Packing District.”
The bar was full of half-dressed, gym- buffed beauties, all of them the last word in A-list gay.
Susan Bardo in her book The Male Body paints the scene :
As Calvin wandered through the crowd at the Flamingo, the body heat rushed through him like a revelation; this was the cutting edge … The men! The men at the Flamingo had less to do about sex for him than the notion of portraying men as gods.
He realized that what he was watching was the freedom of a new generation, unashamed, in-the-flesh embodiments of Calvin’s ideals: straight-looking, masculine men, with chiseled bodies, young Greek gods come to life.
The vision of shirtless young men with hardened torsos, all in blue jeans, top button opened, a whisper of hair from the belly button disappearing into the denim pants, would inspire and inform the next ten years of Calvin Klein’s print and television advertisements.
By the end of the Calvin era (as if the breathless paragraphs above didn’t end it for you), tighty-whiteys were peeking up above the tops of jeans in bright, white bands. Then just this summer, Dolce and Gabbana upped the ante by giving us a manicured hedge of pubic hair creeping way up over the danger line.
Paris, Milan, New York — the Axes of Beauty — is not giving us a break, as these runway photos show. It’s as if International Male has taken over Haute Couture.
And again we say: DON’T STOP.
I dunno guys… *wince*
The only banana hammocks I like are jockstraps and some of this stuff looks way too gay for my liking. All this stuff looks way too Hillcrest (in San Diego). Über-gay and skeevie skivvies. Fruit-of-the-looms are a great classic look… the harleyquin get-up is something I’m going to have to wash my brain to remove it from my memory. That said, the multi-ethnic scruffy faced guy ain’t bad, but somebody stop shaving him below the neck and get him a really big meat sandwich.
Gimme a guy with a slight belly, some body hair, a broken nose… aw, you know me.
I saw a guy at the Ralph’s Grocery store in a sleeveless shirt and some yellow tighty undies (Argh! GAH! My eyes!) and I didn’t eat for the rest of the day. He looked like Alice the Goon buy really, really… well… nelly.
I guess it goes without saying, the 70’s revival with the shaggy hair, slouching, greasy, hustler haut couture just doesn’t wash. It makes my skin crawl. The moment that leaves the runway it’s already out of style and maybe that’s the best part.
The one good thing is with all this stuff being *in* it’s making it soooo much easier to spot skinheads and punks again, now that “look” is *out* again… And that’s the only Heidi Klum impression you are getting out of me.
I guess you have to be “gay” gay to get it, Drub.
thos guys r 2 fime
1st thing i love you Drub… (still waiting on my Tshirt I am hulaboy2 on gayromeo)
second thing.. this is just nasty!! Im not giving up pasta and bread so i can look anorexically fabu!!
oops i forgot im a minority.. this isnt for me…
sorry.. carry on.. whats next on the GAY WHITE MALE agenda..
is asian in this year???
or is it the year of the hindu.. ??
oh well, Black Gay Male..black, gay, male…10% of 5.7% of the american population.. not exactly a consumer base is it?
oh one more thing.. in 95 when young balck males wore their pants SAGGING (off the hips with underwear sghowing) it was ganster.. or indicative of some criminal predilection/ behavior…
GOd that country is vile and hatefilled i dont want to come back!!!!
Gay, gay? *laughing* Must be true. I’m turning in my membership card immediately and telling people I’m straight, I just like stuffing my cock down other men’s throats and takin’ it up the ass.
T-Shirt huh Hulaboy? Hrmm… I’m investigating options for production.
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Well I love it! Watching those young hot bodies strut down the runway with their flat bellies twitching and their navels distorting is like Nirvana to me. The further down the pants slide, the better. Let’s have more and more belly.
Why oh why tease us with these fantastic bods. Most of our relationships are not with men like these.
But the eye candy is Fabulous.
Not all of us are slender, with well defined abs and butts. Large overflowing pouches.
But they looked so good.
Ok now you’re in trouble, I’m horny.
Ok, so where do they live?
I wish i could go in the computer an suck some of that cock
It’s so damn funny! Only gay guys like these greasy-haired dorks, wearing barely-there ball-gowns! And how many of us can actually wear those things in real life? Two, maybe three personal trainers in West Hollywood? Even the fattest, white-trash chick out there would think twice (well, maybe not) about doing a guy in a “Speedo”. Females HATE men in bikinis! Although they LOVE seeing the defined rim of nice big cock under a thin layer of lycra any day!! Just add water!
It is all a tease, bros. A tease we can live with. A rim under Lycra, a whisper of hair descending from a navel, the breath of cock air. Oh, how we dig it, those fabulous boys. How many of us get is is, well, another matter. But we can always dream.
i love to be nude outdoors.
it feels so good and watching my big cock it larger,
i have lot of pubic hair, also i just love being outdoors in the sun and being naked.
trully god made man so beautiful!