undershirt

“An hour before the ceremony, the bridegroom swaggers in in his white undershirt,” Weiss writes.

There is no drug that could equal the intoxicating power in the cling of a white undershirt or the angle of a throat straining for a kiss.

Sweat glistened on his head and pooled on his undershirt.

By the time I was 14, I had found Ani DiFranco and other queer kids, stopped shaving my armpits and legs and had begun wearing overalls and men’s undershirts.

Usher, it appears, was well aware of his undershirt and bodice-ripping stage presence.