Hell-fer-Sartain State College, the worst place on Earth. Houston had some very nice shops, museums, and restaurants, and the biggest gay neighborhood in the Cowboy Belt, but it was 20 miles away, and in the nonstop gridlock traffic it might as well have been 2,000 miles.
So I didn't do much sightseeing, and I certainly didn't have the time or energy to go scouring the countryside for beefcake art. But, apparently, Texas has more than its share. Starting with Houston:
More after the break.
9. There's another frieze of hunky football players at Farrington Field in Fort Worth.
11-12. There are several muscular, half-naked freedmen inside the cemetery.
It's a big state. I didn't have time for Amarillo, Lubbock, Midland, Odessa, San Angelo, or Corpus Christi.
See also: Male Nudity in Italian Class.