After a couple decades of white Calvin Kleins and grey boxer briefs, the gays have gotten weary. Today, any queen who wants to out-chic the other Marys is wearing a sparkly day-glo rainbow of cotton around their bits 'n' pieces. Careful what you choose, boys, or your trick may think you're wearing the latest from Victoria's Secret.
Matt, the feather-haired cutie above, prettily poses in a tragic rag covered in pink kisses. If we saw this at an Underwear Party, we wouldn't know whether to cover those boxers with our own kisses, or burst out laughing. The boy must kiss that girly ridiculousness goodbye.
Rudi's boxer's aren't so femmy, but they're equally lame. Superman insignias? Really? That was lame when every wannabe gym bunny had it tattooed on their bicep. Yeah, yeah, we get it's supposed to be a whole ironic homage to childhood fave, Underoos. We left childhood many moons ago, and when a man moons us, we'd prefer a flash of something considerably more mature than 9-years-old.
Try to avoid muralwear—underwear with elaborate pictorials. When we rip that cotton off Bobby's hips, we don't want to be distracted by a cartoony recreation of cowboys and injuns.
Finally, a man with the right style! The best choice of underwear is just like Dwayne's—none at all!
· Photos via YouLoveJack.com, Chaosmen.com and EnglishLads.com.