Nuns, flesh, and tattoos at Folsom Street Fair pre-view. Cold fog never discourages nudity.
Japanese speed skater likes to take off clothes in public
My biggest complaint with the winter Olympics is the paucity of flesh. Well, Japanese gold medal aspirant Joji Kato (加藤条治) has a knack for getting undressed for the camera. Total nudity should guarantee gold, no?!
Ru Paul raps Peanut Butter (ps: it’s all about booty shaking)
“It must be jelly because jam don’t shake.” Nice mix of glamour and flesh.
Is sumo sport, ritual, or fetish?
Attending in person has changed my impression about sumo. It’s a parallel universe of enormous men who wear lovely colored kimono in public and ass-baring costumes in the ring. The sumo performers conduct strange rituals under Shinto banners that last far longer than the fights themselves, and their extended careers create fascinating rivalries. Oh, and it’s a sport that’s open to large men from many countries, including Mongolia and East Europe.
I love watching the sumo players moving through Tokyo and, of course, arriving at the sumo hall by taxi. I also like how the station near the hall memorializes decades of personalities, outfits, and flesh.
More fundoshi, spirit or flesh?
A friend of mine regularly participates in these shrine carrying rituals, every season except winter. I tried it once, but now it’s best to claim old age prevents me from lifting. I do, still, like to watch.