Uniform and Beyond

I have a confessed soft spot for men in uniforms. In part it’s due to my grandfather, great-grandfather, great great-grandfather and many others in my male line having been military, by choice or need. The other part is archetype: The Emperor – the warrior, the very embodiment of courage and honour, someone you can trust, someone who is there to protect you – as long as you are on the same side, that is.

Courage, honour and that protective trust or trusted protection are more important traits of masculinity than a big dick. Obviously, many men who wear uniforms don’t live up to expectations, but one thing can be probably taken for granted – whiny bitches and crybabies don’t even make it through boot camp, that’s a start. Who needs a crybaby with a dick anyway? But I digress, point is… a man needs to be a man, and a man in uniform always looks promising in that department, at least that.