Because a day without Tom Daley and his bulge is like a day without sunshine. Gratuitous much? And since today just happens to be lacking in the sunshine department, here are a few nearly naked shots of Mr. Daley, our favorite Olympian, clad barely in a Speedo, and ripping it up off the diving board. Forget David Beckham and Ben Cohen, when is Tom Daley going to get an underwear contract? (Or better yet, lose the clothing altogether?)
It’s the season of the Speedo, so here are a few select shots from some traditional favorites (Tom Daley, David Beckham, Ryan Lochte) and some lesser-known but equally-bulging others (Elio Pis, Paul Rothmann). Hey, it’s Monday, it might reach the 90’s, and this is all you’re going to get from me mid-day.
Because when your Speedo’s slung so low, and your butt sticks out so perkily, there’s only so much you can hide from the world. I doubt anyone is complaining either, so here is Tom Daley in all his almost-altogether glory. Given the average swimmer/diver build, I’m surprised we haven’t started taking chlorine pills. Though this isn’t a Summer Olympics year, they should still be practicing – thank God.
Because it’s Monday.
Because it’s always a good time for a gratuitous photo of Tom Daley in a Speedo.
Because Tom Daley looks good showing off his bulge, his arm pits, and his torso.
It’s been at least one hot minute since Tom Daley showed up here in a Speedo, and that’s one minute too many. Here he is, bulging out with all that centrifugal force, and you see now why science is our friend. At any rate, it’s nice to be reminded of this past summer, and the ones yet to come. After all the snow, it’s a nice respite.
While he’s already been a Hunk of the Day, Tom Daley deserves mention again here, as he continues his penchant for parading around in nothing but a Speedo, and I’m not about to stand in his way.
While not technically a Hunk of the Day post, this will take the place of that feature for tonight, as Tom Daley has already been named as such here, and it’s a still a little too soon for a repeat. In this post he is stripping into a Speedo for the umpteenth time, as is his wont, for some charity or do-good event or blah, blah, blah. Even when not swimming, a Speedo appears to be his outfit of choice (like when he’s hawking books). Not that anyone is complaining, mind you, and if this is how he bulges into our lives post-Olympic-glory, more power to him.
Here we find Tom Daley and his Speedo hugging Matthew Mitcham in his Speedo, which can only result in a very happy photographic moment. Enjoy.
It was a summer of the hawks.
It was a summer that started with something that shook me to the core – something from which I never did fully bounce back – and so it was shaded a little more dimly than usual, even if the sun was at its hottest and most consistently spectacular. That something was my service as a juror – and the life-altering tale of my jury duty.
It was the summer that was almost saved by a Madonna song.
It was the summer of the Speedo – as the Olympics reigned and took my mind off other things. Thank you Tom Daley, Michael Phelps, Matthew Mitcham, Ryan Lochte, Sam Mikulak, Danell Leyva, and the wonderfully naked Epke Zonderland. (And let’s not forget that Olympic boner.)
It was the summer I left the Romaine Brooks Gallery after four years as Gallery manager.
It was the summer Prince Harry got shirtless – and then went completely starkers in Las Vegas.
It was the summer of a birthday weekend that began in Boston and ended in Provincetown, a summer that was somehow rescued by my very first whale watch.
It was the summer that found the first – and most major – phase of our website update.
It was the summer that Madonna gang-banged her way around the world with her MDNA Tour – bringing to mind my first piece of Madonna from 1990.
It was a summer that set us up perfectly for Fall – as they all seem to do – a summer that ended with the reflection on nine years of summers on this website. The end of summer is not the end of the world. There are good things to come.
Way back in 1995, I was just beginning to come out as a gay man. I wasn’t even old enough to drink, and in that tenderness of youth I had no idea what I was doing. I devoured any remotely gay book I could find, starting with the Greg Louganis autobiography, ‘Breaking the Surface’.
He had just come out as an HIV positive gay man, and his story was a riveting one. I might not have been able to relate much to the discipline of becoming an Olympic Gold Medalist, but I could totally understand the coming out portion, especially at that particular moment in my life.
To read about someone as respected and accomplished as Mr. Louganis, and to know that he had gone through something similar, was incredibly moving and powerful. Whenever anyone questions the relevance and reasons of public figures coming out, I think back to that time, and how reading about other gay men absolutely galvanized me.
Now I see that Matthew Mitcham has an autobiography coming out at the end of the year, entitled appropriately enough ‘Twists & Turns’. As another gay Olympic Gold Medalist, he’s an inspiration for those just coming out today. I may be at a different point in my life, but I can’t wait to read it.
While this probably wouldn’t be my first choice of attire in selling my first autobiography, I suppose you work your strongest assets when you’re hawking a book. In this case, Tom Daley is working that Speedo like a bitch in heat. (This gratuitous post is a reminder of our Summer Olympics – the posts of which I’ll try to repopulate if ever I find a spare minute.)
That is what some of the fans of Olympic diver Matthew Mitcham call themselves – bitchams – and I’m adding my name to the list.
Far more than Tom Daley, Mr. Mitcham really makes me miss the Olympics… and the Summer of the Speedo. He’s cuter, his accent is hotter, and he plays for my team. Team Bitcham all the way.
Further proof that no one looks good in Las Vegas, even if you’re Ryan Lochte in a Speedo. Or maybe it’s the bevy of… beauties… that surrounds him that has me less than enthused. Whatever the case, I much prefer him at the Olympics and serious than in this Vegas pool at some Maxim event. How long until the bong gets passed?
That said, I could never begrudge any Olympian their celebratory fun, and he certainly looks like he is having it. And kudos to him for staying in the Speedo when the competition is over. If only Chris Evans would take a lesson…
This may be the part of the Olympics that some people miss the most: the after-diving shower. It’s just a question of which part.
