Exhibition

"If you are going to sin, sin boldly."
-Martin Luther, -1521

"Ooh, it feels warm," I said, as the bright light of the copy machine scanned past my wiener.

I lay athwartships, across the industrial-sized copy machine at Kinkos. It was really quite late, or really quite early, depending on which side of the morning you were used to. The shop was open 24 hours, and our friends ran the graveyard shift. We stopped first at the 24-hour Tommy Burger around the corner, then proceeded to waste much time amongst the reams of multi-colored copy paper.

KROQ was playing in the background. Swedish Egil was likely hosting the show. Nary a customer had been seen in hours.

So, it seemed, as these things often do, or did, that it would be a good idea, or at least an interesting one, to photocopy my member...

And so I did.

The result came out with exaggerated contrast and striking black-and-white clarity. It resembled a small bratwurst lying upon a bed of bean sprouts. In 8.5 X 11 glory, it was quite disturbing.

So, considering for a moment what we had, we decided the best course of action would be to autograph it as a group and fax it in to the radio station. which is exactly what we did. Sadly, however, Swedish Egil never acknowledged out late-night contribution.

The exhibition experience, though, was liberating. Sending the signed copy out into the universe was invigorating.

That having been said, you perverts who regularly read the Lounge and who frequently comment, have gotten all your panties up in a bunch, figuratively and literally, over the last couple of days. Talk of panties, and briefs, and boxers and bras has reached a fever pitch. Taunts and dares and oaths have been made.

And plan has been hatched. And here it is. We're all gonna show our drawers. The boys and the girls. The old and the young. The big and the small.

So far, the only Lounge reader who has ever had the balls to post a picture of their underwear on the Lounge was Amanda. HERE. And she is committed to doing it again, as well as several of the folks involved in Wednesday's comments...

So, why, you may ask, would anyone in their right mind deliberately share photos of their skivvies with a gaggle of familiar strangers? First, it's fair. There are enough idle lurkers lurking about in the Lounge who visit and read, but never contribute. As Inog points out, folks come here for the comments, not the posts. And, well, the commenters are gearing up for a little good natured exhibition.

Second, it's liberating. The posted photo of your undies will be anonymous. No one (other than me) will ever know who the photo is of, and I'm not telling.... Here is your chance to take a step, and expose a tiny portion of your soul. You're not, after all, exactly baring all...

Third, well, we dare you.

So, how does it work. First you, or someone who you know very well, takes a picture of your underwear. (you can also take a picture of theirs) No porn shots please, no head shots either. This is just a friendly photo exhibition, so put on your friendly undies...

You choose the angle and the composition: front, back, side, 1/3 view, 1/4 view, a small unidentifiable patch of your boxers, the tag hanging out of your thong... Whatever. This is not a contest.

Second, I have created a Lounge Mail address over in the right side column. (MrGinAndTonic@gmail.com) Email the photo to that address. Remember, I will not be sharing anyone's identity, so be bold and have fun. Oh, and, you need to be IN the underwear...

Yes, this is a stupid and juvenile stunt. I accept that. Now go take pictures of your underwear.

Yes, this is real. I already have commitments from 5 or 6 folks.

Yes, cowards who flake out will never hear the end of the taunting.

Yes, fair is fair, I'm posting one of me as well.

I expect the men will not let the women show more courage and daring, right?