It’s funny how a fetish starts. I remember seeing guys around West Hollywood wearing stupid hats. At first it was jester-style hats. Then it was the Sinatra-style fedora and the ironic hunting hat, then the cartoon animal hat. And a lot of these guys were really hot. I observed that stupid hat = hot guy. In fact, sitting at Chipotle at the Los Angeles Farmers’ Market, I figured out that often the stupider the hat, the hotter the guy. Maybe hot guys have the confidence to wear idiotic headwear. Whatever the reason, dumb hats started giving me boners.
Lately, I’ve been getting wood for hoodies. I remember wearing these low-cost jackets as a kid and hating them because the drawstring always seemed to get stuck up in the hoodie. I also felt that the inevitable puff around the bottom of the hoodie wasn’t flattering to my grade-scholl figure. (A boy thinks about these kind of things.) I gave up on hoodies around 1977.
But I’ve been forced to reconsider. I’ve been seeing several hot guys in hoodies around town, guys I want to see pantsless. Hoodies didn’t seem to be just for the thugs on The Wire anymore. I even photographed sexy foreskin model Ethan Roberts in his hoodie. Wait! Keep it on. I want to get some pictures of you wearing nothing but your hoodie and your foreskin! And it was so beautiful.

So you’ve won. All you hoodie guys have turned me into a fan. Especially you hooded hoodie boys. A new fetish is born.