Come back here this weekend for the annual jockstrap photo shoot. It’s always better when the Red Sox are in the World Series, so this year is a special one. Though I’m told the Cardinals are formidable foes, I’m going to have to go against Andy Cohen for once and root for the team that I’ve loved since 1986. Go Red Sox!
The Boston Red Sox, whom I’ve loved since 1986 (yes, THAT World Series, remembered for Mr. Buckner’s bauble) just made it into this year’s World Series, so I’m going to have to squeeze into a jockstrap again in commemoration. You have your superstitious rites, I have mine. Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve joined in all the shirtlessness, and pretty soon it’s going to be way too cold for such nonsense.
As for the Red Sox, I still remember the first game I ever saw in person at Fenway Park. It was that same ill-fated year and they were playing the Blue Jays. At the time, I was more interested in Boston, and the paperwhite narcissus bulbs I just got at Quincy Market. They nestled in a brown paper bag beneath my seat. The game was good – they won! – but it didn’t captivate my interest like flowers or cobblestone streets. I sat with my Mom – my brother and Dad had better seats behind third base – it meant more to them.
I wouldn’t go back to see another game until my freshman year at Brandeis when it was part of the orientation activities. For that dismal game, when they were down by eleven points in the seventh inning, I left  a bit early, exploring Boston rather than witnessing another massacre. I’d like to go back and see another one through, but not until next year. (This time I’ll be avoiding Fenway when I’m in town next weekend. It would just be too much.) In the meantime, stay tuned for this year’s jockstrap spread…
It’s been a good week of shirtless male celebrities here, despite my lack of interest in things of late. First we had a very naked Zac Efron, legit, and here we have Ben Cohen in his tighty-whities on the cover of ‘Attitude’. Talk about a bountiful harvest. While Zac Efron has been featured a number of times, (also in his tighty-whities) he still pales in comparison to the number of Ben Cohen underwear posts – the guy even has his own Category. His cover shoot is in well-deserved honor of his work as an ally. When you’re hot, you’re hot, but when you’re good you’re hotter.
Whilst I’m in travel status, a revisiting of some past David Beckham posts, to see how good he looks almost all of the time.
David looks splendid changing out of his shorts in the middle of a soccer game.
David looks amazing when he dons a simple pair of white briefs.
David looks intriguing when putting his snake out for all the world to see.
David looks fit running around in his boxer briefs.
David looks hot in black and white and shades of gray.
David looks good even when the underwear is boring.
David looks hunky when he’s the Hunk of the Day.
David looks cute when talking in that sexy accent.
David looks serious when going bulge-to-bulge with Ben Cohen.
David looks amazing when caught on video in his underwear (and battling Mario Lopez.)
David looks better in pants than Tom Daley does out of them.
David looks decent in retirement.
David looks striking in nothing but his cologne.
David looks sporty in this locker room.
David looks best going back to front, or front to back.
It’s been far too long (almost a week!) since the last gratuitous David Beckham post, so let’s work to rectify that right now. The question of the day is whether you prefer David’s front or back ~ bulge or backside? I think I’m slightly partial to the latter. Butt boy all the way.
Taken by his girlfriend, this is a photo of Adam Levine in his underwear. Still slightly more than what he was wearing here but not here, and skimpy enough to warrant a second glance.
One day soon I’ll write a Straight Ally piece on Ben Cohen for all the work he’s done for equality. Until then, you’ll just have to feast on these shots and the multitude of past posts (here, here, here, here, here, and here) where Mr. Cohen has appeared in equally glorious stages of undress (and underwear). The most appealing thing about him, as hard as it is to narrow it down, is his heart. He’s a true believer in his mission (the admirable Stand Up foundation) and he backs up his words with his actions. (He also Tweeted me a Happy Birthday, and if the guy can make that kind of effort for a nobody, he’s pretty damn amazing.)
It’s been a while since we last saw David Beckham in his self-monikered skivvies, so let’s rectify that sorrowful bit of a lapse with these new shots for his fall underwear line at H&M. As you may or may not remember, I’m not the biggest fan of Mr. Beckham’s brand of intimates. The cut is wrong, the fit is snug (and not just because I may have gained an inch or two where I don’t quite want it), and the colors and designs were bland and too utilitarian. Underwear from David Beckham should be so much more. But when he wears it, it looks a lot better. So here you have it.
We’re accustomed to seeing Tom Daley in his barely-there Speedos, so an underwear shot – in boxer-briefs no less – should come as no big thrill. But when a Speedo is your work-wear, an underwear shot is somehow more sexy, more sensual, more privately erotic. For those who have come to appreciate Mr. Daley, this one’s for you. (Personally, he’s still a bit too young.) These are reportedly from his 2014 calendar. The cover shot is a bit too precious for my liking, am I wrong?
It’s getting more and more rare to find a real Renaissance man these days, but if such a creature exists, it comes in the form of Matthew Camp. From go-go-dancer to designer, Mr. Camp has dabbled in a little bit of everything, and all of it quite well. Even so, I had to raise an eyebrow when he announced he had a fragrance coming out. (I wasn’t even a fan of Madonna’s entrance into the perfume market.) However, upon sampling his new scent, I’m happy to report that it’s everything it has billed itself as: sexy, smoldering, masculine, and edgy.
Reminiscent of a harder, more raw version of Tom Ford’s Tuscan Leather (no mean feat in itself), 8.5 is a thick, rich, musky scent that lingers with its sexy sillage, announcing itself not subtly, but with a big, bold, crotch-in-your-face stance perfectly befitting its aggressive nature. It’s not a scent for the squeamish or prurient. Like its creator, 8.5 is impossible to ignore, a ‘concocktion’ that seems to originate not only in the listed ingredients of Black leather and Earthly cedars, but from something more primal ~ a place deep within the nether regions, where the darkest, most wild desires are hidden, waiting for release. It’s an entrancing and impressive entry into the fragrance world, perfectly capturing the grit and glamour of New York City night-life.
Mr. Camp has made a career of surprise, of staying one step ahead of where the world thinks he should be. This latest endeavor is no exception, combining the dark sensuality he naturally exudes, with the playful, sexy side his fans have always embraced. And if you’ve ever wanted to get an up-close-and-personal whiff of Mr. Camp himself, this may be the best way to do it.
In honor of his recent retirement announcement, this is a gratuitously shirtless post of David Beckham in his underwear. Hopefully this will afford him the time and opportunities to concentrate on more important matters, like posing in and out of underwear.
As a follow-up to this mega-collection of naked male celebrity photos (The Erection Collection), and a pre-Easter treat in the limbo-like suspense before He rises (oh blasphemy), here is another group of former ‘Hunks of the Day‘, hyper-linked for easy access and studded with a few new photos for your man-candy Easter baskets. I’m not going to group them into any sort of order or label as I did last time, partly because we as humans defy such quick categorization (but mostly because I’m just too damn lazy and it will be enough searching through the archives to find a decent spattering of male celebrities getting their nudity on).
By the way, if you want to search the Archives yourself, scroll down to the bottom of the page, click the drop-down box for the ‘Archives’ section, and select the month and year you wish to peruse. If you go to the bottom of the pages and hit ‘Older posts’ you can keep going back, back, way on way back when…
The very furry Scott Caan…
The artfully inked (and aptly-last-named) Stuart Reardon…
The sporty Nick Youngquest…
The perfectly pubic Noah Mills…
The beautifully bountiful Columbus Short…
The sexy-back singer Justin Timberlake…
The arguably cutest of the three, Nick Jonas…
The ever-Speedo-clad Tom Daley…
The gleefully shirtless Darren Criss…
The oh-so-young-but-still-hairy arm pits of Taylor Lautner…
The specimen of perfection Scott Herman…
The dashing dancer/football player Victor Cruz…
The shirtless guy from all the shows I never watched Chace Crawford…
The falsetto smoothness known as Adam Levine…
& the manliest man Sacha Harding.
This has happened to me before: the idea of getting into David Beckham’s underwear is always more thrilling than the actual event. Mr. Beckham‘s latest offerings from H&M are slightly changed from the first run, but I still have to admit that I’m more of a fan of them on him than on me. The boxer briefs are a bit snug – and for a footballer that seems at odds with his body. He would do better to take a lesson from Bonobos and allow room for some junk-in-the-trunk. Of course, perhaps the manufacturers are not banking on us having footballer bodies (which in my case is a very good thing.) The fabric is a definite improvement from the cheap modal-like blend that ruined his entry into the underwear world, but I’m still not sold on the longevity of such a brand, or its products. He’s got a long way to go before threatening Calvin Klein. That said, I did enjoy the top and the additional colors (an army fatigue green and a darker blue are vastly more interesting than the black, white, and gray palette of before, if still bland as beige). For now, though, this line is mostly just a vehicle to see Beckham in his briefs, and I can’t complain about that.
“For I am – or I was – one of those people who pride themselves on their willpower, on their ability to make a decision and carry it through. This virtue, like most virtues, is ambiguity itself. People who believe that they are strong-willed and the masters of their destiny can only continue to believe this by becoming specialists in self-deception. Their decisions are not really decisions at all – a real decision makes one humble, one knows that it is at the mercy of more things than can be named – but elaborate systems of evasion, of illusion, designed to make themselves and the world appear to be what they and the world are not.” ~ James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
“What happened was that, all unconscious of what this ennui meant, I wearied of the motion, wearied of the joyless seas of alcohol, wearied of the blunt, bluff, hearty, and totally meaningless friendships, wearied of wandering through the forests of desperate women, wearied of the work, which fed me only in the most brutally literal sense. Perhaps, as we say in America, I wanted to find myself. This is an interesting phrase, not current as far as I know in the language of any other people, which certainly does not mean what it says but betrays a nagging suspicion that something has been misplaced. I think now that if I had had any intimation that the self I was going to find would turn out to be only the same self from which I had spent so much time in flight, I would have stayed at home. But, again, I think I knew, at the very bottom of my heart, exactly what I was doing…” ~ James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
“He made me think of home – perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.” ~ James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
