Waiting for the typhoon to come in, it was a nice distraction to see Kosuke in his narrow white swimsuit.
Taiho, one of Japan’s great yokozuno sumo champions, had a lavish funeral with mountains of white flowers. Current champion Hakuho led the mourning. Taiho was very hot in his youth. He was half-Ukranian and born in the Soviet Sakhalin island, which are claimed by the Japanese as the Karafuto island.
For those unmoved by emperors and princesses, one of the most re-assuring and pleasurable sites at the Emperor’s address on January 2 of each year is the extravagant display of uniformed protection. With his yellow analog megaphone, white gloves, and pillowy lips, this policeman is welcome to tell me what to do.
Although he looks adorable as a petulant delinquent wearing flag tennis shoes on a white sofa!
She’s wearing France’s colors! Long live the Revolution!
Strutting with a two meter pole at waist height is an invitation to dream. Are the children too innocent to understand? The white booties and oldie-time undies add something irreplaceable.
The Rainbow Festival in Shinjuku Nichome today was short (2.5 hours), fewer than 5,000 people in world’s largest city, but there were some special moments. The portable shrine was fronted by women, but seeing the guys in fundoshi “bringing up the rear” was delightful.
I will go on a limb and say that I think it’s all about the immaculate white booties. They provide the purity that allows and nay encourages full ass exposure in a ritual that celebrates unseen gods in local wood structures, as well as farming cycles.
Is having a bubble butt a requirement for participation in carrying the shrine? The husband notices that the guy second from the right above is using belting or other under-technology to accentuate his ample assets. Would you call this a reverse push-up bra?
There were some yukatas to be seen, some androgynous yankii food sales nymphs, and a few lovely drag queens. But nothing comes close to the combo of white booties, uniform jackets, head towels, and exposed rumps.
Walking in Nakano’s Sun Mall plaza recently, I saw everyone staring up at the ceiling of this 1970s commercial corridor. And then I saw the uniformed rescue workers. Following their gaze, I saw a white cat perched on the “catwalk” two floors above the ground. The husband had to explain to me that this is dangerous for the cat. Doesn’t it have 9 lives? I am not much of a cat-lover, but I do enjoy the chance to see so many concerned men.
The world is focused on soccer, but I am keeping an eye on Wimbledon. Nadal is my favorite. Although I like his muscle shirts, he even looks terrific in modest white outfit. A true champion!