The Dirty Man's costume evolution

Ok. We know the costumes sucked. Give us a break. It happened fast, and we had to come up with something with little resources because my unwanted gaze combined with G-Money's out-of-control ambition caused major problems with a married prof and a senior tutor.

Generation Three

Yes, the costume build history fucking smacks of Spider-man's beginning, but it is what it is. Truth is, we were both poor starting out and had to scrounge. You rock, Spidey.

Remember, G-Money and I were college students at ASU when this happened. So much for a fun weekend hiking trip getaway.

Gen Two is on the home page. The blog cover highlights Gen One--that fucking chin strap choked me out all the time. Gen Five rocks! Complete with the hoodie throwback and the metal, rust-proof visor.

Honestly, the leotards in Gen Three revealed too much of my chubby, so we had to switch to something more like neoprene. Flexible but breathable--and less suggestive.

It's been a journey striking a balance between protecting people from my gaze of sexual revelation and burning up with a goddamn boner. I appreciate you understanding, Penny! Thanks for continuously putting up with me trying to make this work.