I mean who is the absolute hottest guy ever? The one that makes your knees shake, etc.
For me it’s gotta be Michael Pitt. You can bet I’ll be running out to buy Hedwig and the Angry Inch on DVD for all the shots of him in eye makeup and vinyl.
On that note, Glam Rock Boyz in general do it for me. That means I love the likes of Robert Smith, Rozz Williams (That’s a flash, click to see more pictures instantly) and yes, even Marilyn Manson on his better days.
Go ahead and post yours, pictures preferred but not required.
Ahhh…George Clooney, hands down. I see him and my mind goes blank, my heart starts beating triple-time, and I have trouble breathing. I can’t imagine anyone ever looking, acting or being sexier then him. My god.
Oded Fehr is a close second. I watch UC Undercover every week. I have no concept of what the show is even about; all I know is Oded runs around very sexily, looking incredibly do-able.
Val Kilmer makes me pant. Mmmm. His lips just drive me nuts. However, I’ll second both Sting and George Clooney, too. Plus I have a rapidly growing affinity for Hugh Jackman. Tough, sexy, AND sweet, and the fact that he didn’t piss off this long-time X-Men fan with his portrayal of Wolverine wins him many, many points. And he can sing! ::swoon::
Actually, let me add one. If we’re going to go ever I will give it to John Donne. He was a Renaissance-era poet and later a minister (“Death, be not proud” and “for whom the bell tolls” are both from religious writings of Donne’s). He wrote some of the sexiest poetry ever before he became clergy, and even a little bit afterwards. Witness Batter my heart, three-personed God where he calls upon God to rape him. :eek:
License my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
Doesn’t that just make you squirm?
He also has a poem entitled The Flea where he used the then-common notion that the blood of lovers intermingled during sex to concoct a great little scene. Some poor sumbitch has unsuccessfully tried to seduce a woman and hasn’t quite been succeeding, until he sees that a flea had just bitten her before jumping on to his arm and biting him too. So, since their blood is already mingling in the flea, what damage is left to be done through lovemaking? Hey, it would’ve worked on me. The man was bloody brilliant. I get instantly horny whenever a guy reads Elegy XVI to me.
Great links!
I was going to suggest another poet of that era known for his erotic verse…but after looking at his picture - well -at least he could write.
