Reminds me fondly of my early days making a Tarzan outfit with a shoelace and a chamois cloth, or red handkerchief loincloths tied at the corners, or arranging a bath towel around my hips in different ways: standing in front of the bathroom mirror, trying out various configurations, cutting up old underwear and t-shirts with scissors, discovering my dad's bikini briefs and packs of condoms in his dresser, even taping together some diapers I'd snitched from my church's nursery to make one that would fit my teenage hips...
Who hasn't fashioned a home-made loincloth at some point?
...many of these following images come to us courtesy of zzzdragon, a fellow loincloth connoisseur who has a great tumblr site full of all sorts of loincloths: pakawmas, fundoshis, and more. If it can be artfully draped around your hips, zzzdragon has probably catalogued it!
...Other images come to us from the world of fine art:
...And yet more arrive via Hollywood, Bollywood, and other less notorious film houses...
...Let's face it, the fascination with the loincloth is fairly universal! Those who scoff usually sport a secret flush, or a subliminal tingle at least. Think about it -- every time you see or even think of a loincloth, you can almost feel yourself wearing one. That happens to everyone! From playing Cowboys and Indians as kids and always wanting to be the Indian to admiring yourself in the mirror wrapped in a bath towel, this most basic item of coverage is so much more than the concession to modesty or climate that costume historians have dismissed it as.
Fundoshi is but one "twist" on an ancient primal design: a cache-sexe to "provide an increment in the viewer's sexual arousal" (wikipedia), to be sure, but also a carefully executed arrangement of fabric or leather to keep the wearer and/or viewer present within that increment. Whether it's BVDs or a fig leaf, men love to wear it, women and men alike love to fantasize and fetishize about it, and cultures with less body issues and less sexual repression celebrate it (or at least treat it as a practical, daily matter of course).
The loincloth has been here longer than written history. It is burned into our psyches (especially that Ted Nugent picture, sorry about that one, eek!). Rather than something to giggle over, relegate to the covers of romance novels, or even legislate against -- it's something we should wear, feel, and share.
It just takes a little daring.