“Details” Magazine and The Rest of Us
I guess l signed up for my subscription to Details magazine when they were running some promo like twelve bucks a year and a free sports watch. Details is supposed to be the young man’s version of GQ, but both are just high couture men’s fashion mags loaded with ads to make all those Chi-Chi designers feel smug.
But who buys this stuff? Like an eight thousand dollar coat or six hundred fifty dollar sweater or five hundred twenty five dollar sneakers? Huh? Those meth dealers making ten grand a week hustling their shit? Homely billionaire entrepreneurs who think they look cool in Hugo Boss?
To each his own, but a lot of the guys modeling these golden threads are boney, clean shaven, and border on the androgynous. Secondly, maybe clothes do make the man, at least some men, but it all ends up on the bedroom floor in the end. That is unless you can only keep your hard-on if the guy is wearing a five thousand dollar Boglioli suit while you fuck him. Just watch those grease stains, hey buddy?
Me? Most of my clothes are older than some of the guys l make, department store jeans that now that l’ve actually managed to go below my normal weight are nice and loose, just loose enough to show the hint of an ass crack in the bar. l never wear underwear except when l’m going to the doctor. And most of my T’s are Kmart vintage. When l’m wearing them at all.
And what about the guy l’m looking for? Bearded, in decent shape and proud to show it in a nice pair of jeans and a pullover that hangs just so around his waist. Or no shirt at all. Or better yet just a pair of Target’s shorts.
Hey, what can l tell ya? I’m a leg man
So l’m through with Details once this subscription is done. Just give me the Sunday Targets circular and I’m one happy guy.