21 July 2015

Fundoshi Fantasia

Last week I ruminated for a sentence or two about the distinction between art and erotic art. This week I wonder, does it matter? All the best artists just say "keep making great art." If you don't call it art, if you call it sexual expression or if you do it just for the enjoyment rather than to put it in a frame, then so be it.

It's been a while since I've posted some of the great artwork featuring fundoshi that crowds these internet tubes. In some of these pieces, the intent is obviously sensual, in others it's harder to tell... but let's not kid. Like any image is a dance between artist and viewer, so are these.

14 July 2015

Is Erotica Art?

Many people seem to want some sort of line between art and eroticism. They are concerned with whether an image is meant to titillate or not. I've always tried to blur that line, and the following collection is my idea of raw sensual images that I feel fill both roles: art and the erotic.

30 June 2015

State Of The Fundoshi

What would people like to see from this site? Personally I really like the community aspect. I've met some really superb people by way of this website. 

It's been a while since we've done a reader feature. Would someone like to submit some new pictures? The thrill of seeing new fundoshi images is twinned with the honor of debuting the new material for the fundoshi appreciators of the world.

Brian Li? Are you reading this post? Maybe you could snap a few for us? ;)

Where and how? Contact info is here.

There are many other ways to get involved and share ideas or experiences. I'd like to explore that aspect in the coming months. How can this website get better?

Let's start things off with this ingenious design for a comfy jock made out of a simple athletic sock. This was thought up by ShyC, a longtime reader and long-distance friend. This is a cozy, sexy, sporty look and a clever way to upcycle. It's one of many DIY designs he's done, and I love it.

So I'm excited to learn what people would like from the Fundoshi4All site. Who has ideas? Try to keep things simple because I am just one man. I appreciate all 900 or so of you that visit from all over the world each day!

After the break is a selection of images to peruse while you think it over!

09 June 2015

For 6/9: My Story

It all started when I was in my mid-twenties.

By the time I was 25 I'd seen pictures of fundoshi about as frequently as any other 20th century human being, which is to say not very often.

Maybe once every 5 or 10 years, a picture in a book or magazine. Never mentioned by name. For some reason though the images always stuck with me.

My interest was initially visual. I liked the way it looked, so precisely folded and wrapped. Simple yet complex, no laces or buckles or zippers to be found. It was a puzzle.

Being a kid, I felt similarly about Hadji's swimsuit/loincloth on Jonny Quest, which looked like a cross between a dhoti and a langot. It also looked comfy and unassuming, in a way that name-brand swimwear never could. In fact I've spent YEARS looking for the Johnny Quest coloring book I had as a child that had a great line drawing of Hadji in that garment, its folds and gathers and his ever-present turban the only things covering him... I'm sure it's long gone.

I don't really know what my first exposure to loincloths was, but I started off in the 1970s if that explains anything!

I always liked them. I think maybe I saw depictions of Algonquin warriors wearing only loincloths in a World Book Encyclopedia and I thought to myself, "I wonder what it would feel like to wear that?" Would there be a breeze? Would it be different than these Sears brand tighty-whiteys that mom and dad buy me?

Jockstraps were part of my sports life, which was like an extension of school. Not sexy to me yet. Man, what a missed opportunity! Locker rooms and communal showers are like the holy grails of male-male attraction. Oh well, now I know that while I was busy averting my eyes and being respectful, I could have been secretly ogling butts and maybe slapping a few of them! Hell.

Back to my story.