Yes. NYC has become the skinny jean, leggings capital of the universe. Ironically straight men have confusingly moved onto to high water pants so you can see the ankle and further up. It's a fashion sock thing. Pink, the men's haberdashery, is destroying straight men avoiding bi curious experimentation.
Coupled with the skinny jean/tapered slack----lets just say we've given up on the word bitch here because it has gone unisexual.
But in a vicious fashion counter strike (a pose) da Gays or the LGBTQRSTUVs have gone legging/tights Cray Cray. The occasional outlier goes thigh white striped socks and poom poom shorts.
Now straight men completely befuddled went colorful this summer pink, purple, orange, sky blue slacks but unable to skinny taper them just went a size tighter for the nut hugger effect.
Basic.
Once you've cradled a dozen nuts or so, you're not impressed with the camel top view. This here is The Anaconda NYC, represent! Show hose or go home!
But it was never about the nuts! Never!
The straights look ....odd. As always.
The (slutty) or H&M girls (boys) went full out leggings. Color, stripes, the butches going sweat pants, with matching top stripes. Tight, ass contouring, giving athletic top (who is really a bottom....don’t let the tats and beard fool you...s-he sings for his supper) an ample first course salad to offer for the tossing.
The Guess boys who might like girls....or be a girl....or want to do a girl....or want to be a girl—-tuck, strap on a righteous piece and go plastic top, are all about the dump rump. They like the ambiguity and confusion, like Anne Heche.
Purists still give you two three inch ass cleavage but since all the deaths at Rikers, The City been dropping less than a year crime boys onto the streets---( so da gay, gay for pay, gay for the stay, or he'll do you anyway---)mix and matched. Hard to say.
Ass, dick, trade, tray, tricks and traps-----it's all hide and suck. You look too gay, you're Basic. You're trying too hard.
You look too hard, we're not sure if you're gay. People still tripping over 50 and Vivica's booty polishing tale. What constitutes in The Life, in the Game, Fashion EJ Johnson or just a Trendy Tourist Whore?
We got buck twenty five, 5'5 Asians doing karaoke and topping dudes, arriving in sweats full of egg roll, son! This ain't no joke. Grindr ain't for those looking to get hooked on love phonics, kid! This ish is real out here!
Tights and leggings are often swaddled by the cloak, the long sweater, the messenger bag so it's all Ass and Shoes News. You get limp print from your sweet sweats but since Bloomberg left, its all Tootsie, no Roll. All that frisking took away that crotch theater of frisky.
The Straights in the skinny.....regarded as out of touch newbies who just came out and don’t know how to make a good friend a better one in the 8 minute, no stop Express A or D from 59th to 125th....and no one wants a new trick. You want them right on the edge of seasoned and bitter, where they still have some heart to be broken but got that Cirque du Soleil back game.
Word on Front Street, which oddly is in the lower back bottom of Brooklyn, is that bells, coolants and billowing satin , silk and the Two Ugly Sisters , Polly and Esther, and their vicious cousin Rayon, are on the dick print, ass sweating, classy nut hugging horizon at all the trendy spots.
Man bitches be strolling to work and school in pjs daring you to crack on his Care Bears ensemble. When the kid get up the cash, I sense the return of the two piece, silk piece. Yo, dats Rick James, bitches!!!
Respect!!!!!!
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