Hairy

This post is in honour of my lovely friend Pod, who has been labouring under the terrible misapprehension that chest hair was "out".


Not only has it never, ever been "out" as far as I'm concerned, it has, indeed, always been very much "in".


How could anyone's gaze fall upon these hirsute lovelies without grasping the essential manliness of their hairy loveliness?


In fairness to my friend, her interests lie elsewhere so it is entirely possible that she was misled by some evil Gillette salesperson.


But, really, a moment's trawl through the depths of my blog would have shown her what folly it would have been for any man to remove this glorious secondary sexual characteristic.


Even when no winkie is on display, their hairiness speaks volumes.


In fact, possible all the more so when no winkie is on display.


There is no doubting the utter manliness of these manly men.


Even when they're laid out sleeping, at their most vulnerable:


Or at rest, when it speaks to their macho activities.


Er, well, mostly, anyway:


Who could resist the idea of running their fingers through this:


Or of doing even more unspeakble things with him:


Think I'd better stop there. Er... thanks, Pod!