Hobosexuality; it's not gayness with a cold
At first I thought it was a joke – a website dedicated to dirty pictures of dirty old men – literally dirty, guys who look like rough trade extras from “The Road Warrior,” like Walt Whitman if you left him in the outback for a few days with only a skinful of whiskey and a couple-a Zagnuts. Then I clicked onto Hobofoot, entered the site, saw the swinging dong and the naked truckers and the number of pay sites dedicated to the sexual appeal of “old outlaws and drifter types,” “hard living men, bear-assed and holy” and “naked old tramps” and realized “Wow… what a judgemental cow I am,” to think it was a joke. It's just a preference after all, more or less a matter of preferring Alan Arkin to Greg Kinnear in "Little Miss Sunshine" (maybe with a little less bathing). That which pulls us thither by the hips is magically varied, so it shouldn't have been that surprising that some people want to see bum's bums. The guys on Hobofoot (I didn't...