You go through life thinking many of the mythical things you hear about are just made up hooey. Things like Bigfoot, the Lochness Monster, the female orgasm… And then every once in awhile you experience something… Something that makes you believe in magic. Something so wrong and out of place in this world that you can only wonder what other things may be in this this world that you have yet to see with your own eyes. This is how I felt when I saw The Man Stamp.
You see the Man Stamp is the male hybrid form of the The Tramp Stamp. The Tramp Stamp is known round the world as the international sign for slutiness. Identified by the presence of a tattoo, often in the form of a hibiscus flower or other floral decor, found on the lower back just above the belt line. It has served the male community for years as a indicator as to whom you should direct your attention to with approximately 5 minutes until last call. The Tramp Stamp has allowed men to hedge their bets like a Vegas sports book for years.
But in all my years I had never seen a Man Stamp. That was until last week. I was stopped at a stop light when this dude went zooming by me and right through the red light. At first I thought I must have been a mistaken, because what man would do such a thing? But to be sure I took off as fast as I could to catch up to him, with my camera phone already unsheathed ready to fire.
As I approached him I was wary not to clip his back tire as I drove one handed while simultaneously lining up this picture. It wasn’t until reviewing the picture later did I realize what a catastrophe I had captured. This was a man who lives life to the fullest and it doesn’t just stop with the Man Stamp. Why yes, those are indeed cut off jean shorts that Tobias Funke would be proud of. And yes, this gentleman does seem to be riding the same bike Kevin Bacon rode in Quicksilver, but just to show Bacon who’s boss he’s pushing pedals in sandals.
Reflecting upon this picture now I can’t help but imagine where a shirtless dude rocking a man stamp and cut off jean shorts would be in such a hurry to get to on bike. My guess is that there is a half off meth sale outside of the local Dunkin’ Donuts. Or perhaps this is the day he gets his M&M’s NASCAR leather jacket out of hock. Whatever it is I’m just glad I was able to witness a small bit of it. Because like Haley’s Comet or the electing of a black President you may not know if you will ever be lucky enough to see something like this in your lifetime again.
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