Fan Disservice - a ramble concerning unusual subjective opinions

To begin, since I'm under the firm belief I will not purchase a Playstation Portable in the near future, I decided I may as well read up on the game Final Fantasy Dissidia and spoil myself silly. This lead me to reading the TV Tropes page on it and getting a few laughs and/or interesting developments out of that, what with the cast of (mostly) pretty men who can swing around giant swords in spite of their (mostly) reedy muscles and the usual Square-based mythos. Not that I mind that, being a follower of the series since discovering VII almost a decade ago.

To get to the point, as I was reading through the trope examples, I finally came up to this:

"Fan Disservice - Chaos's loincloth."

So I thought, "why would that be?" A very quick venture into Google images presented the following:



That's easily the most ridiculously phallic design on a loincloth I've ever seen. I even suspect it was intentional, though perhaps that is merely paranoia speaking. Someone once said they were too entranced by his Japanese voiceover (I've only recently become aware of to the delights of Norio Wakamoto) to notice however. Still, for the ones who did do a double take of what may as well be a photograph of demonic god wing-wong, I completely sympathise with them if they grimaced.

Obviously I can't say the same for myself, and perhaps even a handful of my online acquaintances. In my case, the only way I could be further pleased by this image is if the loincloth was tenting.

So what is my point after all this, aside from mentioning my now unhealthy aesthetic appreciation of this villian? Clearly nothing important or particularly exciting, but merely that if you look hard enough, you really can find that someone can get hot and bothered over a depiction that would usually inspire temporary impotence. I usually enjoy discovering such individuals in the realm of cyberspace; perhaps it is because it makes me feel a fraction better about myself and my own unusual and ridiculous objects of perverse sexual lust, knowing I am not entirely alone in this regard.