Be under no illusions, probably-loyal readers. I am writing this post, in all its hormonal glory, simply because I cannot think of anything interesting to say. Under obligation to post something after a two day absence, this seemed like an easy thing I could vomit out. And it is. HERE WE GO BITCHES (in no particular order)!
Obama is the only person to grace this coveted list who isn’t an entertainer. Most politicians are as unattractive and weak as their politics, as unable to hold my attention when they are half-naked as when they are doing their job. Mr Obama flies against this general (just created) rule, with eyes you can lose yourself in, and an upper body that deserves more than an average rating. I’d be perfectly willing to let Obama push through his bill in my house of law (have sex with me).
Those familar with the twink/bear terminology are well aware of Hugh Jackman’s status as worldwide Head Bear (again, just created by me). I mean PWOOOAAAARRR. I’d sink my (three) claws into him. He is the kinda guy I can imagine fighting to defend my honour and all that shit. That shit’s hot.
Cheeky smile. Cheeky bum. Well that’s 50% of what I look for in a guy already crossed off.
My Asian fetish is well documented, so I decided to limit myself to one Oriental Asian, for the sake of balance. Hardest decision of my life. T.O.P wins. Hands down (his pants please). And with a reported fetish for domination and rumours of being gay, T.O.P grows ever closer to my heart.