Nothing says love more clearly than matching coifs.
Somewhat related, I wonder if this will be the summer that I buy and wear my first lady handbag for men. The husband would die of embarrassment, but many many Tokyo men rock the lady handbag look.
What do you say about lady handbags for men?
Posted in JR & Tokyo Metro, Public space
Tagged husband, lady handbag, look, love, matching coifs, Nakano, nothing, pair look, rock, station
The husband rolls his eyes, and probably would not enjoy my rabid fandom. But I really want to see the all female Takurazaka review. Seems they are doing Oceans 11 now in Tokyo. Anyone want to go with me?
Posted in fetish, male fashion
Tagged fandom, female, husband, masculinity, Moe, Oceans 11, rabid, Takurazaka
Did I mention that Gholamreza Takhti was also very hot?
This photo surfaced recently in the wake of the International Olympics announcement that wrestling would no longer be an official Olympic sport after 2016. Much to the dismay of Turkey, Iran, and Japan. And my husband.
As the serious world of enterprise slows down at year end, I’m delighted to discover HBO’s Girls, a downwardly mobile Sex and the City set in Brooklyn. Think much much more unsatisfying sex, more existential angst, and many more Jewish characters.
The author, lead actress, and director Lena Dunham creates an often unsympathetic main character, who somehow manages to befriend a conservative girl, a bohemian girl, and a super painful virgin. But my secret pleasure is how she gave herself a disgusting boyfriend who is hot in a large nose and geeky fashion.
To share my mother’s characterization of this amazing talent: “I don’t like Lena Dunham, think she is a slob, painful to look at what she does with herself and how she wants/allows herself to be photographed.” I guess I agree with everything, except that I would delete the second word! I love it!
Is this what my college-age NYC nieces are watching? What is their review? I hope their parents, and frankly any parents, are *not* watching! And of course my husband has no interest since, as he says, “there are no zombies or werewolves.”
Rarely have I met any readers of this blog. Well, I met a few women bloggers who share my interest in Japanese male vanity. And a young American living up in the hills thanked me for posting about the Nichome gay summer festival. But I was completely taken aback when this heavily bearded, pale youth asked me on one of those social apps whether I was the author of the Tokyo Moe blog.
We met up briefly at the end of summer. He arrived in a black ruffled shirt and waxed mustache, and confessed that he was one of the readers who initially thought this blog was written by a woman. I guess the word “husband” confuses even young gays into hegemonic thinking. We shared a sidewalk drink or two, and I was delighted that this simple blog could bring perverts together.
The adorable young Greek in his 20s also told me that he has visited Tokyo 11 times. I hope he comes back soon!
Posted in fetish, male fashion, men
Tagged 19th century, apparition, author, bearded, black ruffled, end, Greek, husband, Moe, pale, pervert, social app, waxed mustache, young
The streets are much sadder when it’s too cold for shorts. The husband disagrees on this with me. He believes no men should ever wear shorts. I agree to disagree.
Posted in fetish, male fashion, Public space
Tagged agree, cold, disagree, husband, late season, Omotesando, sadder, shorts, street
Even the husband, who’s normally unaffected by yankiis and male vanity, admitted that this tiger-hair beach hipster is very good looking. I wonder what his winter look and habitat is like?
Lois Ann Goodman claims her husband fell down the stairs. The police said there was blood everywhere, and accuse her of bludgeoning her husband with a coffee mug. She was apprehended at the referee’s hotel in mid-town Manhattan at the start of the US Open tournament.
Posted in Uncanny
Tagged accused, apprehended, blood, coffee mug, everywhere, fell, husband, Lois Ann Goodman, murder, referee, stairs, tennis
The husband thinks his hair is 80s gangster. I think he’s dreamy.
I love everything to do with yankiis. Think big blond hair and maybe too much make-up. Chunky jewelry and glitter skulls and bones. So I was delighted to see Vice Fairy brand promoting their summer yukatas with a full schedule of the Tokyo fireworks season.
The husband gagged when he saw this image. It reminds me of John Waters saying that, for him as a filmmaker, an audience member’s vomiting is like a standing ovation.
