Boxers or Briefs?
It is a question that has gorgeously tortured me for all my life, and even the invention of the boxer brief and their current ubiquity has done nothing to dispel the raging debate in my mind (and on my ass).
I certainly like to see a man in briefs, though that rarely happens. Most of the guys I’ve dated or seen in their underwear have favored boxer briefs, including Andy (so it’s pretty much all I’ve seen in the last decade).
Only in photo shoots for gay magazines (or devoted solely to David Beckham) do we ever get to see many men in briefs. Even though most of the gratuitious self-shots I post here would have you thinking I solely a proponent of briefs, the main reason, in my limited experience, is that briefs simply photograph better. Boxers make most of us look like we’re wearing diapers. Baggy diapers. Baggy diapers that need to be changed.
However, I am a big boxer fan. They’re what I wear to bed most nights. They’re also what I wear most weekends when I don’t have to worry about ruining the line of dress pants. Like most things in life, I refuse to have an absolute, and neither should you. Straddle the line. Hang tight or hang loose. Play hard or go home. When did this become a sports ad? And what exactly is being advertised?
(And due to enthusiastically-underwhelming demand, I’ll post some completely underwear-free shots tomorrow, because it can never be said that I’m not a good sport.)
