It's kinda lame how we call everything we're too fat too wear or too lazy to do 'gay'.
Suits like that are fine, if you've got the build for them. The ring thing on it does look at little more flamboyant than what most regular guys would wear - but so what. Most guys are just too flabby to fit in a pair of snug-fitting trunks, and we're too lazy get in shape enough to wear them with any dignity. Staying fit (or getting fit, in my case) is hard, and if you busted your butt to fit in that Daisy Duke thing, you should wear it and tell the world to kiss your overexposed, gay ass.
You ask me there's nothing gayer looking than this grunge-inspired crap we've been wearing to the beaches for the last fifteen or so years. Frankly, if your swimsuit is flapping in the wind like Marilyn Monroe in a movie, I say you're wearing a dress. I don't care what these morons calling everything queer say about it - it's a dress - and it really burns me that, when I'm finally back in shape, I'll have to put on a f'ing dress just to get by on the beach.
I used to swim compettitively, and I'll tell you anyone, who's serious about swimming, wears a speedo - bulge or no bulge. Nothing cuts you through the water like a speedo. If you're on the beach and you just want to be fashionable, you can always put on one of the circus tents that pass for men's swim trunks, these days. If you don't care what people think, I say let them look!
Tell them to take a fricking picture. Tell them to climb the * on.
Just out of civility, nobody's got any business staring at your ding-dong anyway. I don't care if you wrap it in X-mas tree lights and dance around the beach in antlers.