When you were younger the sight of grey hair or a heavy frame meant I wouldn't be turned on by someone. However, as I've gotten older I appreciate whatever someone's age there's something enjoyable about looking at the way their clothes might not quite fit. You used to look away in embarrassment but now you simply can't help but stare and try to get the best view you can. Dignity isn't how he's dressed but it's how he feels, how he sits. You see how he's perfectly at peace even as his bare skin is all out to the world, almost revealing his dirtiest parts. You get filled with an impulse to see even more, wondering just how much this guy can expose without giving a crap.

















