For years, Americans have desired more transparency in government, yet government officials still cling to their opaque cotton briefs rather than take a political risk in a pair of men’s sheer underwear. Because senior politicos are set in their old underwear ways, they continue to obstruct and obfuscate, preventing the power lens of the people from seeing what’s beneath their designer sheep’s clothing.

Washington needs an attitude adjustment, which starts from the bottom up in a pair of men’s sheer underwear, so Congressional members can feel comfortable in the underwear next to their skin. Lightweight and skintillating, men’s sheer underwear keeps the power source below the belt stirring for hours allowing a Senator to filibuster through the day and night.

While senior members of the House sit straight-backed in their chairs, tense and irascible, slaves of their tighty-whities, younger political slingers diss the discomfort of old stodgy briefs by choosing the comfort of men’s sheer underwear. It feels natural against the skin and won’t distract or require a special ops underwear tug behind the scenes.

The tighty-whities politico is focused on his underwear instead of the issues and worries about his own government affairs. Everything he owns or believes in is stuck in the same old place and pair of old cotton heavy breather briefs.

We have nothing to fear but tight underwear waistbands that constrict and dig into the skin. It causes unfavorable policy decisions that hinder growth and prosperity in the pants.

The only way for politicians to engender the public trust is by not hiding beneath their designer sheep’s clothing. Let’s see what they’ve got. Put transparency back into government by voting for candidates who wear men’s sheer underwear briefs.

The cool sensuous rub of silk men’s sheer underwear feels great against any governing body.

Salute!

Lauren Salkin

On Blinky’s  world, Spandexers wore underwear on their heads where their genitalia were located. Their brains lay hidden deep inside their butts. Sitting down often brought the entire planet to a standstill. Other than the brains-genitalia swap, Spandexers appeared human in every way, except for wearing underwear on their heads.

One day, Blinky decided that he could no longer live his life seeing his world through the fly hole of his tighty whities. He needed to find an endless supply of mens kinky underwear (perhaps some kinky sheer underwear?) to bring back to his planet, so he could negotiate his way without bumping into walls and trees, and falling over evil lawn gnomes who enjoyed tripping Spandexers at every opportunity.

The day that Blinky landed on earth volcano dust drifted across the skies of Europe. So, Blinky changed course to North America and set his space ship down behind a compost heap in a remote area of New England. Only a flock of crows saw Blinky beam from the hull of his ship to the top of a mountain of wood chips. Climbing down the pile was difficult with a pair of briefs on his head. One misstep sent Blinky tumbling down the wood chip pile onto the spot of lawn where Kinky’s dog, Nod, was taking a leak.

“You’re not from around here,” said Kinky, while staring at the pair of underwear on Blinky’s head.

“I’m on a mission to bring sight to a world with a narrow point of view.”

“Oh, gosh Bigots” Kinky sighed.

“No, fly holes,” said Blinky. “I’m on a mission to find mens sheer underwear and other mens kinky underwear too!”

“I was going to ask why you’re wearing underwear on your head.”

“That’s a story for another millennium,” he said.

Kinky promptly took Blinky to a department  store that she knew sold Mens Sheer Underwear.

Blinky danced for joy as he peered out his fly hole at the rows and rows of packages containing Mens Sheer Underwear. He bought them all and then rented a truck to take the plethora of mens kinky underwear to the compost heap that hid his spaceship.

Before Kinky and Blinky drove away, Blinky said, “Got to do just one thing quick,” and stepped into the changing room to try on his new pair of Mens Sheer Underwear.

“Oh my,” blushed Kinky when she gazed at the top of Blinky’s head. You know that question I asked you earlier about the underwear on your head. Never mind. But I will say this. It looks quite fetching.”

Kinky immediately knew that Blinky was the man of her dreams. “I want to go with you,” she said.

Once the packages of Mens Sheer Underwear were piled inside the spaceship, Kinky, Blinky, and Nod blasted off into the stratosphere and headed back to the planet Spandex where Blinky would be welcomed as a hero for discovering mens kinky underwear on earth, sheer underwear, and Kinky would look at life with an entirely new perspective.

One of the drawbacks of blending into the background – meeting a woman while invisible makes them crazy in an unappealing way. So, it’s time to head back to the set to prepare for visibility mode, a total body make over with long-lasting skin cover tone that doesn’t rub off, yet still let’s his skin breathe, as does his men’s sheer underwear, which, like him, is also hard to find.

After spending an evening with a woman, at her place, under the sheets, he decides to break it off the next day and escape without being seen. He showers away his custom-color skin, shoves his clothing down the incinerator, except for just one thing, his men’s sheer underwear. He’ll discard an Armani suit or a Versace tie whenever he needs to disappear into thin air, but there’s one thing he’ll never leave behind; his men’s sheer underwear, the closest thing next to him.