Regression (Like, OH MY GOD!)

I've been getting some shit for my taste in meathead men. Most certainly, I do not consider myself to be someone who is easily pigeon-holed. Clearly, I need a second post. And so in response, I would like to enclose some of the men that I lust after that would not fall into this oh-so-predictable category:

Brad Nowell of Sublime. An awesome musician, yesssss. My favorite band. But in addition, he was the honest-to-God most hottest guy ever. Big, meaty body, dense and thick, but a level of definition. Tattoos, gorgeous face. Really, fucking beautiful. It's a shame. A damn shame.

Gary Oldman of pretty much anything he's been in (mostly though Immortal Beloved, True Romance, The Scarlett Letter and Sid and Nancy) except Hannibal. This guy is much smaller than I usually go for, but he is fucking present. He has great bone structure and a tremendous energy.

Mike Patton of Faith No More and Mr. Bungle. Le sigh. I was just having a conversation with B about how Mike and Peter Steele (also way hot and sincerely endowed) of Type O Negative have the most haunting voices we have ever heard. Mike is damn edible, especially with the long hair from his Faith No More days. He's a musical genius and I think I dig him the same way I dig Gary.

John Malkovich. Who doesn't know John Malkovich? Okay, this one way a surprise to me, too. But it happened during Con Air and now I have to see him in everything. He's just incredibly intense. I can't wait to see Klimt. A favorite actor and a favorite artist?!? Squeak!


Paul Newman. Swoon. Really. Damn him! Even his picture on the salad dressing does it for me. But The Long Hot Summer and Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (!!) got me started. He just has that untouchable, classy, boyish thing down, while also remaining a perfectly charming asshole. Cool Hand Luke. Fuck, I want this.

Clint Eastwood. Again. And I still want him. The way he can stare through you. Mm.

Chris Meloni from Law&Order: SVU and Oz. (More predictable, yeah.) I know I have posted about Chris in the past, but fuck if he doesn't deserve to be revisited. I am in the most disgusting lust with him...aw, to be his cellmate -- fantastic dream sequence ensues -- what fun we'd have. Grin.

Leland Chapman of Dog: The Bounty Hunter. Speaking of cellmates. If I could be arrested by this guy, I would seriously consider a career in crime. Leland's the go-to guy for both arresting the hard-core degenerates and the post-arrest nurturing. He is fucking gorgeous. I watched the entire series for this guy. I even dig the ponytail. Look at the tats! Look at the arms! Fucking strong.

DMX. Now here's one with the voice, too. All raspy and low. I love to listen to him. And he's so wholly male. Mm. Fuck.

Daniel Johns, frontman for Silverchair. How he get in here? I know he's all crazy and stuff, but you have to understand...my favorite accent int he world is the Australian accent. And he's fucking got it. And he's kinda like Kurt Cobain but my age. And fuck, I just want him. What can I say?

Vinnie Jones from Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and Snatch, among others. I know I'll get shit for this, and I know he isn't his character in Lock, Stock, but I love this guy. LOVE HIM. Yeah, he could be a massive asshole, but a girl can dream, right?

So, I hope yall (and by yall, I mean the ones who have said, "I know what you're like now, and I'm disappointed") have a bigger picture of that which I find lust-worthy. On the one hand, I feel like a douche bag for basically spending the last two hours writing a thirteen year old girl's diary entry, but on the other hand, it has been an afternnon full of photos of unbelievably hot mens. Who wins here? Me. Heh heh.

PS. How could I have left this handsome fella out? What is wrong with me? Yeowzah!! What a dish!