One year on the day of the Thanksgiving luncheon at work, I walked into the break room to find a group of men busily tearing the flesh off of cooked turkeys. I felt a strong primeval stirring in my loins. Men. Meat. Must have.
I also get off on men singing. Once some friends took me to a barbershop quartet competition. I almost had to be carried out.
Ewwww. Skinheads look like thugs to me, or penises with ears. Buzzcuts and bullnecks make me think “gay leatherman” or “nasty-ass drill instructor personality who would love to rip you eyeballs out and piss in your skull.” What do women see? (You anyway?)
I daily fall in lust with sensitive men with ultra-intelligent minds. These characteristics might reveal themselves in a forum post, a novel, or just a look. Doesn’t take much to get me going on this.
crooked half-smiles with a glintin the eyes
guys wearing glasses
guys who blush
witty banter
bald/shaved heads - or - hair I can lose my fingers in
dark hair with blue eyes
jeans, no shirt!
hipbones and the valleys next to them
Well I can’t answer for Podkayne, but I like buzz cuts because fuzzy heads feel nice. And I’d much rather kiss, nuzzle, bite or wrap my arms around a thick neck than a pencil neck.
Yet another who likes nice big noses on guys. A strong nose, especially curved . . . mmm!
Plus I recently realized how attracted I am to guys who know a lot about politics. Not just following current affairs - I like guys who can talk about how the makeup of the Supreme Court throughout history, or guys who understand how can explain the philosophical basis for a minimal state. Mmm, political scientists. They get me hot. Apparently, I’m a huge nerd. 
Another odd thing that I find attractive: gay women (not that it’s an odd thing for women to be gay, but it’s odd that I find it attractive).
An informal poll has led me to believe that they are usually not thrilled to find out that they have this effect on men, especially straight ones, so I consider it odd that I find this an attraction kind of thing.
Oh, I know I’m not alone! Even when I just a wee lad going through puberty way back in the early seventies, I had a feeling that at least some comic book writers/artists had the same inclinations as I did! Superheroines always seemed to get knocked out and captured a lot more often than their male counterparts.
Then there was Stanley Ralph Ross, a TV producer who was involved in the Wonder Woman TV show, along with some other series and TV-movies. His stuff always had KOs of various sorts for the attractive female stars!
I knew there were similar, like-minded people out there! I just figured there were not very many of them compared to the general population!
Interesting–I’m just the opposite. Ever since I was a kid, it set me all atwitter when my favorite male characters got konked over the head, gassed, beaten up, or otherwise abused. Still do. To this day I can still, for any TV show or movie I like, pretty much identify every scene where my favorite character was knocked around or knocked out (such as the one in the “House” episode “Detox” where the irate dad pasted House a good one on the chin, or all the old eps of “Star Trek: TOS” where Spock got knocked out.) Practically as soon as I could write, I started creating my own stories where my favorite characters got the snot knocked out of them on a regular basis. If they were real people, they’d either be dead or be vegetables by now. (Of course, I only like this in fictional contexts–I never want to see anyone injured in real life, and it disturbs me when I do.)
I also like a good strong jawline. And nice forearms, thin but well muscled, sparse or no hair.
And guys who are kind to animals, particularly kittens. Mmmm…
Well-worn blue jeans and cowboy boots. When asked to wear them, DeHusband used to complain that he went to college/Air Force so he wouldn’t have to wear jeans and boots. Until he realized that jean+boots=sex.
I had to think about this for awhile.
I like men’s wrists, a white Oxford shirt rolled over once–like the sight of the wrist (wristwatch optional).
guys in Oxford’s and blue jeans, and bare feet–hanging out around the house.
guys in mock turtle necks–a full turtle is too much.
Guys who are thin enough where their jeans (Levi’s, of course) sort of sag just that li bit at the front waistline? and also when they jam their hands into the front pockets–love that.
Clean, groomed, anyone, really. No particular hair length–but it must be groomed and clean. Ixnay the facial hair–and no real long 'burns.
The sexiest thing any guy can ever say to me is: “here, let me get that for you.”
<swoons>
A woman crying, not balling, I don’t know for some reason, tears in an upset woman, totally blow me away. I want to just … ahh you know… maybe it has to do something with the way Fernanda Martinelli looks. (google her at home, NWS)
The outfits that Womens Volleyball wear are tantalizing!
Ice skaters, I hate the sport, but I catch myself starting at some of the girls doing thier thing…
Woman that like to drive fast.
Geeky guys that are way smarter than me. There’s an unlimited supply! Why couldn’t I have been into them while I was still single?
All aboard!
Freckles. A strong jawline-thinking of Frances McDormand in Mississippi Burning. Shoes with ankle straps. VPL. Expressive eyes. Girls who wear work jeans, tee shirts, and get involved with remodeling projects, aren’t afraid of dirt, who hurt themselves and swear in a lusty, expressive fashion. Be still, o harting beet.
Strangely, girls who don’t show anything off in terms of body-wise; a girl in a jacket up to her neck and baggy combat trousers is very hot. I guess it’s the mystery of the unknown…
In particular, there’s the style of jacket/top thing that’s like Number 6’s off of The Prisoner. For some reason, on a girl that style of top is very, very sexy.
Along those same lines, I think most people look really good in winter clothes. There’s something about seeing a guy with a heavy coat and scarf, pulling off his hat and gloves when he gets inside, flushed from the sudden warmth . . . winter clothes are sexy.
Anyone who can recite Shakespeare from memory. Even better, someone who can recite Spanish poetry from memory. Really, all someone needs to do to make me melt into a helpless, defenseless puddle is recite some Pablo Neruda.
Girls who can fix their own bicycles. I don’t know why, but something about a girl repairing a bike chain or adjusting the brake pads is hot.
Geeky guys who let themselves show their enthusiasm about whatever it is they’re geeky about in the company of non-geeks - but then stop themselves and get all embarrassed. Again, inexplicably attractive.
I also agree that martial artists are often very hot. (Martial artist =/= hot nessecarily, but a hot guy who does train? Mmm, sparring partner…) (Double points if he combines martial arts with the previous item.)
Any woman standing on tiptoes.
I’ve put off replying to this thread because there’s a certain way men sit sometimes that works for me, and I’ve spent the better part of the day trying to find a picture in case this description doesn’t work: He’ll be sitting on the floor, either leaning against a wall or leaning back on his arms (the latter is sexier), with his legs open. One leg is drawn up slightly, so that his foot is on the floor, and the other leg is bent but with the knee touching the floor. Sort of like this guy, if one of his knees were touching the ground. Maybe what I like about it is that it’s a very masculine and confident way to sit.
I also have a thing about men’s hands. It’s not very modern of me to admit this, but I totally get off on the whole “men are bigger than women” thing: I love putting my hand next to a guy’s – or putting one of my bare feet next to his (seems like hands and feet are where that kind of purely chromosonal difference is the most noticeable). Makes me want to look at the parts we don’t have in common. 
A couple of people have mentioned men who can sing: I’m a singer, and harmonizing well with someone gives me a feeling second only to having sex. The thought of being able to harmonize well with someone I could also have sex with … ::shudder::
Nicely developed deltoid muscles (the bit that covers where the shoulder meets the arm). They don’t have to be huge, just visible. All muscles feel wonderful, but there’s something about the look of deltoids that really works for me.
Someone also mentioned men who blush: I have a crush on a co-worker, and we played poker together today. At the end of one hand it was just him and me, and when he raised I made eye contact with him and kept looking at him. I kept a straight face, but after a few seconds he blushed and grinned, and damn … I wanted to just give him all of my chips and jump across the table! There are two other hotties at work who both blush, and the last guy I dated blushed. Very sexy.
You would have loved the guy I had drinks with last night: he said he was 5’5, but I’m 5’3 and I could swear I had to look down a little at him (and I was wearing the flattest shoes I own)!
