I tried packing for the first time every yesterday, poor-kid style with just a sock rolled up, and it was...interesting. I passed, 100%, but lately I do anyway. It didn't freak me out as much as I thought it would, it actually felt...surprisingly normal.
Ben's been bugging me to just try it lately, he knows how much of a wuss I can be about trying new things so he's big on reminding me that I'm home alone most of the time, so I could just run around pantless if I wanted to, sticking different things down there to see how they look. I wouldn't, 'cause that would be awkward, but still...he's got a point. I think I might try doing it again. I don't think it made a visible difference, or at least not a big one but yeah...I'm understanding a bit why so many guys feel more comfortable doing it.