Time for another edition of Waxing Off, the feature born of that venerable site The Black Table and carried over here and given a sporty new coat of paint. This week we've asked five talented female writers to ruminate on: Strange encounters with lockerroom dong.

By the way, if you'd like to become a member of the Waxing Off writing staff, give me a holler at Rick@Deadspin.com.

Steezovich:

I'm surprised more locker room dong doesn't end up on TV, especially the dongs of cocky (pun intended), muscular, rich athletes. I guess it's just good camerawork. I also totally understand why NBC cameras aren't following the New York Liberty into the locker room for some post-game analysis.

I have heard many many many guys tell stories about naked hijinks in the locker room. In fact in high school, the manager of the boys soccer team (who was gay) used to describe in detail the activity and the dongers of the whole team to members of the girls team (I still have the notebook where I wrote down every word and made a few sketches). I've always been kind of bewildered (and impressed) that guys are so comfortable just strutting their stuff around nude, snapping towels at each other and playing swords without anyone questioning their sexuality. And their behavior is not a secret! Ask any guy and they'll admit they do it!

In a ladies locker room, I'd estimate about 5% of women are walking around nude without thinking twice about it. When I was a member of the YMCA (or what I like to call "the poor people's gym") I'd put that percentage at about 55%. Now in my "rich people's gym," there are far fewer bare t & a's, but I still see far more female nakedness than I care to. And it's never who you would want to see. I'm not saying I want to see any girls naked, but if I have to I'd rather it be someone in my age bracket who shares my relative level of fitness, instead of some old "bloated" lady who sags from places I'm not comfortable discussing. When these women walk around it's like "oh shit where do I look, where do I look." Generally I just try to change as quickly as possible without taking my eyes off the area within a two foot radius, but sometimes it's like staring into the sun … it transfixes your eyes while your brain screams at you to stop. Bleckt.

-- Steezovich is a Texas Longhorn fan living in Washington, D.C. who will do unspeakable things if Sam or Tim steal Colt's Heisman. Unspeakable. Things.

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Cameron Frye:

One of the first times I went into a locker room, there was a player I needed to get sound bites from and I ended up finding him bent over, legs spread — greeting all of the reporters with a lovely image of his ass and his dangling sack. What made this incident more amusing was that he insisted on putting on a shirt before being interviewed on camera. Not shorts, but a shirt. Was he a man with his priorities in check, or just someone who wanted to air dry his balls?

Since I've started covering sports, I've seen enough cock to fill a few issues of Rent Boy magazine. Does it get in the way of me doing my job? Not at all. Of course, it's something you get used to. But I'm hardly some virginal creature who's never seen a grown man naked. I've watched enough porn and had enough low self-esteem sex to know what to expect when a guy takes off his clothes. You're in their environment and where they're most comfortable — so who gives a crap if they're talking to you while they're playing with their balls? It's not like they're forcing you to the ground, taking them out, putting them on your nose and giving you a roman war helmet. You just have to go in there and give them the same respect you'd expect back from them. Do you always get that? No, but in the end you're the bigger man and for some men out there, that's something they'll never be.

The view of naked flesh doesn't bother me. Although, what does bother me is athletes who wear Crocs. Now that's offensive.

— Cameron Frye can be found at the Garden covering the Boston Bruins for New England Comcast Sports Net and Wicked Good Sports. Originally from Boston, she got her start covering fashion for Bostonist.com. When asked who are the three people she would most like to go shopping with, Cameron's answers are Marc Jacobs, Isaac Mizrahi and Aaron Ward.

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Denise Karl:

The Pro-Sports locker room has always had an aura of mystery. Do they really wander around totally naked chatting about the day’s game? Do they act as if they are comfortable with each other, or are they silently sizing each other up? I wondered.

So that first day as a credentialed blogger, I thought I’d find out all the deep dark locker room secrets. Were there shrines to odd Gods, strange talismans or did it just look like a college frat house? On day one, after the standard post-game press conference, as the rest of the media was being herded into the tiny locker room, I was pulled out of the line.

“Not you.” I was told by a PR guy. “Don’t make a big deal out of this, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go in there. And it’s not because you’re a woman.” (I’ve paraphrased this because I don’t want to repeat what he really said.) I was surprised and somewhat hurt, but I didn’t make a scene. I walked back into the press room, and pouted like a five-year old.

A few games later, I was allowed in. The first thing I was greeted by was one bare-assed hockey player dressing in the corner. Today, I think it may have been staged to see my reaction, or lack there of. No gasp, no lady-like fainting, no giggling and pointing. I uttered not a sound. But then again, when you’ve seen one hairy male ass, you’ve generally seen them all. I guess I passed the test and was allowed in from then on.

I almost had that privilege taken away when one young, particularly handsome player entered the hallway after showering in nothing but his shower shoes. There was an audible gasp, a blush and a muffled giggle, which was quickly replaced by total professionalism as I buried my head in my notebook and hid behind a colleague.

Had it not been someone I found attractive; seeing them undressed would have no effect on me, and hasn’t. Chalk it up to maturity or watching too many pornos when I was younger, but naked is just naked and doesn’t interfere with what I’m there to do.

Of course, if a male in the room is going to TRY to get a reaction out of me by doing something “unprofessional,” I may have to resist the temptation to blurt out “NOICE!” or the unpopular “I’ve seen better.” But hey… I’m a professional now. I’ll act that way.

— Dee Karl, NYI 7th Woman, www.7thwoman.blogspot.com

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Susan:

While I have not personally been subjected to co-ed locker room nudity, I'm of the opinion that football players should think twice before dropping the towel. My reason is this: the average football player's upper body is large, muscular, and well, sometimes just fat — if everything from the waist up has a commanding presence — unless you're packing heat to the degree that you've considered having women sign a waiver form absolving you of uterine trauma before engaging in sexual acts — then the little general becomes an afterthought. My apologies to Mr. Shiancoe, but after studying those pictures like the Zapruder film, I have to say, I'm underwhelmed.

Basketball players on the other hand? By all means, we love your work (except you Eddy Curry). Your bodies are tall, svelte, and well-proportioned to amply show off the goods in full glory.

Several years ago while still in college, a sorority sister of mine once said of a now NBA all-star with whom she had a long-time, strictly sexual relationship, and shall remain nameless (though should learn to keep his off-season recreational drug usage a private matter) "its the biggest I've ever seen. He could literally do me from across the room." Needless to say, I'd be fine with more towel dropping in NBA locker rooms across the country.

For the NFL players out there, I implore you: stand in front of the mirror, evaluate your proportions, your strengths and weaknesses. If the pinch test is required whereby you're channeling an obsessive anorexic girl, then so be it. But please, for yourself and for all of us viewers out there, make sure you're camera-ready.

Also, make sure I'm not on camera, as I'd almost certainly have this Mike Meyers face going on the entire time.

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Bay Area Claire:

Plain and simple, the penis is not a pretty sight. It may be attached to a work of art, but when it comes down to it, the presence of an exposed penis is not something that will distract me from doing my job.

While covering a sporting event during the summer, the winner maintained eye contact with my breasts during the press conference. Granted, the man with the moobs next to me was probably not as appealing, but he never broke eye contact with my chest. During this staring contest between the athlete and my breasts, I never let it interfere with my job.

As a journalist, my job was to get the story and not let the static interfere with my purpose. As a woman, seeing this guy’s behavior downgraded him in my eyes.

Many men are proud of what they’re packing, no matter what it looks like. There seems to be no shame when flashing or discussing the goods. When that happens, it becomes fair game. I will judge a dick-flasher like no other. A penis’ look is not a good indicator of how good he is in bed, so when it comes to a man showing his package, he will be judged by looks alone—not by potential.

If one is a penis-exposer, he better not be housing a forest in his pants, he shouldn’t blame the cold weather for a scared little member, and he needs to be real with himself and what resides in his boxers.

Trust me, there are men known by penis-inspired nicknames bestowed upon them by me and my friends—“SHD” (short for “Shows His Dick”) and “Little Pecker,” just to name a couple. I honestly don’t know some of their real names.

Put me in a locker room, I’m not going to lie, I’ll sneak a peek. But a glance to the nether regions is caused by curiosity, nothing more. A naked man standing in a locker room is not enough to sidetrack me from a task.

Sorry guys, the almighty peen is not as mesmerizing as a good set of breasts.

— Still high off winning money in Vegas on the Pacquiao fight, you can find Bay Area Claire trying to recover from a weekend of overindulgence. Read her digressions at examiner.com and BleacherReport.com.

To which I say, what took you so long, California porn industry? (Warning: We not only caution that any links here may be NSFW, but we would recommend spraying down your computer with Lysol).

No word on the offer yet by Shiancoe, the Viking was seen towel-less during post-game Fox TV coverage of their game with the Lions on Sunday. The ensuing media storm soon drew attention from Black Ice, an adult entertainment studio.

"From what we’ve seen, there is definitely a career for Visanthe in the adult industry, if he’d like one,” said Black Ice general manager Tony Santoro. “We would welcome an opportunity to align ourselves with a world-class athlete of Viante’s stature."

Black Ice publicist Scott Stein said the company is unaware of any morals clause in Shiancoe's contract that would prevent him from accepting a contract with the makers of Bubble Butt Barbecue 2.

Warning to Mr. Shiancoe: Read the script before signing anything. I saw the first Bubble Butt Barbecue and it failed to live up to the hype. The writing was weak and I was never interested, although the part of the chef was played with gusto by Shorty Mac, and there was a delightful cameo role by Neil Rackers.

Black Ice Courts NFL Player In PR Stunt [AVN]

That could be true. Kind of. But, Hugh Douglas, former defensive end of the Philadelphia Eagles, says he's not convinced. On today's 610 WIP morning show in Philadelphia, Douglas revealed the not-so-shocking truth that football players sometimes drop their towels on purpose once they find out the media will be around. Douglas took my phone call (for once) and offered to expand, hence completing Deadspin's wall-to-wall dong reporting for the day.

I asked Hugh if he seriously thinks Visanthe Shiancoe knew the cameras were on while he was exposed and he said that while he was playing for the Eagles, it happened so often that it became a running joke.

HD: "Cats'd be dropping their towels all the time, be butt-ass nekkid all the time, man, just trying to be funny. Especially if there were female reporters in the locker room? If they think they got it, they're gonna show their stuff."

(Note: Hugh Douglas is probably the only man left in America who can use "cats" this way and not sound like an idiot.)

HD: "I guarantee you Shiancoe or whatever his name is doesn't give a damn. And I guarantee you that if he's a single man, he's gonna get a lot more ass the next time he goes home."

So, did you drop your towel all the time too?

HD: "No, I didn't do it. But Hollis [Thomas, former Eagle, current Saint] would do it all the time. Anytime there would be a female reporter in the locker room he'd just let it all hang out. Hollis was funny like that. He'd always try to get people to look at him."

Did anybody ever look?

HD: "Oh, we caught a couple of 'em looking. Some would look all the time. But one girl, Courtney Holt? Never ever broke eye contact. "

(Note: Courtney Holt used to be a guest coordinator/producer for Comcast Sportsnet in Philly. She's now a talent booker for the Golf Channel.)

HD: "Yeah, Hollis would always try get Courtney. He'd sit there with his legs spread, rubbing lotion on his nuts. She wouldn't ever look down, though. She was a true professional."

Poor Courtney!:

HD: "Yeah, right? Poor Courtney."

So who else was a chronic towel-dropper?

HD: "Oh, [Al] Harris. Al would find out there would be media around and he'd drop his towel and walk slowly across the locker room. Then he'd be all bending over and shit. He was into it too."

So, you're telling me that Shiancoe knew what he was doing the whole time, that it wasn't an accident?

" I'd never even heard of the guy until this happened. And the more people that know about him now, well, he's not embarrassed about what they know about him. He thinks he's got it and — obviously he does — so he's proud of it."

Thank you, Hugh.This was enlightening. Have a good holiday.

"No problem. You too."

Hopefully, Douglas vouching for Courtney Holt's locker room professionalism, even while she's confronted with yards of athlete junk, is something that will help her get an on-camera reporting job. Just not in New Orleans.

"A couple of years ago, a Vikings knucklehead whose name I will not mention took great delight in following me around the locker room naked," said C.J., who talked with me by phone on Monday. "He would go out of his way, it seemed, to strip right in front of me. He did that repeatedly. There's something about football players; they don't mind being naked in front of people. I've seen so much of it that it's become very clinical. It's nothing I get excited about when I see it in that setting."

C.J. — that's her handle, she never uses her real name — had "just looked at an unedited version of the YouTube video" before heading out to Trocaderos to cover Darren Sharper's birthday celebration.

"That's when I happened to see Shianco piling out of a limousine," she said. "I opened by telling him that Fox had apologized for putting him on the air like that. He hadn't known that. Then he said 'At least I hadn't just got out the pool.' It was fun, because usually when I'm out at parties like that I'm reporting on athletes getting into trouble."

Although C.J. isn't technically a sports writer, she loves football and covers the Vikings every chance she gets.

"They're a good source of material," she said. "Like one time I interviewed a woman who took tickets at the Timberwolves games. It was at a playoff game a few years ago, and she said Daunte Culpepper and Randy Moss came in and were very rude to her. She didn't recognize them, and they were demanding their tickets and being rude.

"So I went to Winter Park to get their side of it, and I couldn't find Culpepper anywhere. But I talked to Moss and he gave me one of the best quotes ever. He started gesticulating wildly, and finally said "Pep do what he do and I do what I do."

C.J. said that the Shiancoe column was one of the most popular she has ever written. "Some people did not appreciate it," she said. "Some were appalled that I would write about such a subject and said they'd never read my column again. But most were having fun with it. One guy, Jeff, wrote, "I don't see enough of that kind of stuff around my house these days, so I'm glad you wrote about it."

Then fun never seems to stop for a Minneapolis-based gossip columnist. She was there for the Vikings sex boat story, the Sen. Larry Craig gay restroom sex scandal, and has covered Dwight Smith's love of stairwells. And writing about Al Franken's senate race against Norm Coleman, which is in a recount and still hasn't been decided, has also been fun.

"At least I've never seen [Franken] naked, thank God."

And she had a message for Deadspin.

"I loved the way you guys used the Vikings logo in your post. It was just enough in just the right places to cover what had to be covered. That was great."

C.J.: Overexposed Viking Asks: How'd It Look? [Minneapolis Star-Tribune]

The NFL owns the copyright to all NFL game footage, including the postgame. You need to take down the photos from the Vikings locker room.

Splendid.

Fox Sports seemed to be most embarrassed by yesterday's half-second dong show. The network issued an apology soon after the incident, citing it as an "obvious oversight", but it doesn't appear they'll be subject to any Super Bowl nipple-like fines because of it.

One person definitely not embarrassed by all this is Viking tight end an unwitting flasher, Visanthe Shiancoe, who, amazingly, took the time to talk about it with a female Star-Tribune columnist. He even asked her, "How'd it look?":

"I know, but it's within the locker room, not with the nation but you know, it's not too bad. I didn't just get out the pool."

Bravo, sir. "Shiancoe" seems destined to become the next great penis euphemism, doesn't it?

'How'd It Look?' [Star Tribune]
Fox apologizes for on-air nudity in Vikings' locker room [Twin Cities]

Here we go.

Man, I'd hate to be Chris Cooley right now. But who is it? KOGOD thinks it might be this guy, but I really can't tell at all. Either way, I sure hope Coach Childress doesn't catch wind of any of this.

Whoops. The weekend's almost over, people. Enjoy your penis while you can, and thanks a ton to everyone that sent in images!

Censored image via the delightfully puritanical TSB