In the Eighties, I used to go to a Gay bar with a coworker, her straight semi-ex-husband (they only got divorced so her grandparents would subsidize her and her baby, but he still lived with them), her best friend, and the best friend’s Gay ex-husband. The ‘straight’ ex-husband loved to wear very short pants. He’d sit on the seat-back of the booths and loved the attention he got when things fell out ‘accidentally.’
I never saw it happen and he had what he claimed was some sort of disease that left his teeth black – he was a nice enough guy, but not at all my type! The Gay ex-husband was kind of a slut – again not my type. After not having contact with her for a few years, I saw her in the Castro and she told me she was bi and had a girlfriend.
In the Seventies when I was still a teenager, I used to wear very short pants. They were worn-out shrink-to-fit 501 cut-offs that my mother would actually hem! I think the inseams were only about 3”, but my mother bought me Jockey shorts back then – nothing ever fell out. I only weighed about 125 pounds at the time and was very skinny…