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Written by Jesse Bristol
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Wednesday, 18 July 2007 |
Not long ago I realized I was completely out of shape. I changed my diet and exercise regime, and within three months I toned up and lost 15 pounds. I knew I didn’t look like Matthew McConaughey or anything, but I no longer felt embarrassed to go shirtless at the beach. I also became less inhibited during sex, and I even surprised a couple of guys with some moves I didn’t even know I had. I felt good.
To turn up the sexiness I felt within, I began to segue into what I had previously called “slutty” underwear. I traded my boxers for cute little briefs. Then I bought a few pairs of “underwear,” the kind not available at a standard clothing store. I discovered that what may or may not have looked hot to the naked eye sure felt good under my clothes. And I realized that if you want to feel kinky or racy, you’ve got to dress the part.
For me, this was a real change of heart. I had always thought thongs, g-strings, mesh shirts, and other forms of “racy” menswear were silly, that is, unless they were worn by a catalog man. You know, the kind of guys with zero percent body fat and extremely big, well-defined muscles. They have rockin’ bodies, and the average guy, even in my town of West Hollywood, doesn’t (even if he thinks he does).
But now I say, who cares? If it feels good, wear it. If you’re happy in those tight rubber butt huggers or that sleeveless sheen muscle shirt, have at it. If you’re comfortable in that pouch underwear or consider jockstraps acceptable without any athletic plans to speak of, wear them and feel good about yourself. And if a special friend is turned on by them, well then, all the better.
Of course, if you do have a rockin’ body, like those catalog guys, go ahead and wear any old pair of racy and revealing underwear that you want. Hell, go naked. And be sure to give me a call.
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Jesse Bristol |
| About the author: |
| Jesse Bristol was born and raised in New York. After receiving his Bachelors in Communications, Jesse moved to Los Angeles to become immersed in the land of glitz and glamour. Jesse had been writing for various gay and lesbian publications in the Southern California area for six years. Covering topics from sex, travel, advice and nightlife, Jesse enjoys reporting on any subject that warrants exploration. Jesse is once again single and misses the old fashioned practice of dating.
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