GQ magazine routinely pens fanboy articles on young male celebrity bodies and fashion that makes gay male erotica blush in its inherent moderation. GQ has evolved into the world’s most prominent trap. The seductive photos of famous women featured on the cover guide you into a world of Oxford Library late night glory holes. Ninety percent of the time cries of gay baiting are vastly a whole lot of nothing. The other ten percent of the time a GQ tribute to Jaden Smith’s abs becomes a love letter to an eighteen year old boy:
Of course a pair of black jeans don’t help when the weather goes from warm to steam bath, and we can’t recommend anyone out there, abs or no abs, wear their shirt wide open like this. (Unless you too are the swaggy son of one of Hollywood’s most famous people).
Why does my room suddenly smell like the warm scents of romance? It’s completely possible to be a strictly straight man into style and fashion. If you play professional sports or run a string of successful European car dealerships. It’s less possible to exude masculinity while checking out Jaden Smith topless in New York and discuss how his black jeans must be making him moist.
Forget choices regarding sexuality, these are choices men in the real world make to keep their bowling team invites. I’d wrap your GQ in your Guns & Ammo if you’re planning on laying anything down on the bench in the locker room. File this under real life advice that wouldn’t go over well at the DNC.
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