Thursday, 5 June 2008

Fit men blogs

You know those blogs that are just pages and pages of pictures of fit shirtless blokes? Yeah, I love those. But even I get bored after nineteen pictures of the same Versace cumbuckets or the pseudo-porn of Abercrombie & Felch. So, for one night only, let this be your totty blog of choice. Here, classic man-beauty triumphs over the usual three per cent body fat contractual obligations. These are the men that make me trip over myself and the very reason God made eyes etc.


Marlon Brando: The ripped white T-shirt in A Streetcar Named Desire must surely have been the sexual litmus test of its day (see Brad Pitt in Thelma & Louise generations later). Don’t refuse him, that’ll just make him angry …


Cary Grant: Rugged and a gentleman, is there anything better? Who else was built like such a brute yet played tender and awkward so heart-warmingly? Stills don’t do justice to his magnetism in motion. Clooney is proffered as a modern equivalent and though they share an ambiguous sexuality and a quiet manliness, Cary clearly has the swoon factor that gave Clooney the blueprint.


Rock Hudson: Another brute but this one a cad and ruthlessly sexy womaniser, on-screen only of course. He is quite simply textbook handsome. Could have been a Greek hero in another life. Looks like he could break a barrel with one hand.


Gene Kelly: The finest behind in the business of show. But forget that for a second and let the twinkle in his eyes work its magic. Could anyone have ever said no to him? And in a sailor suit, forget it …


Clive Owen: My old PC perpetually groaned under the weight of my unintentionally amassed gallery of Clive Owen images until I had to admit I had a problem and erased them all. Absence only makes the heart grow fonder though. The slightly oversized ears and boxer’s nose suggest a rogue turned respectable but with a streak just waiting to be tapped into. Suits do not look this good on anybody else.


Channing Tatum: I accidentally came … across this defiantly gorgeous, ridiculously named Yank in Dito Montiel’s A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints. He’s a model turned actor of course and one of only two concessions I’m making to anyone born after 1965. Hopefully he’ll fall on hard times soon and can come round and scrub my floors.


They also served …


Joe Dallesandro


Paul Newman


Paul Simonon



James Dean




Ben Cohen


5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is it tits next time? Simon

Thom said...

Fit men blogs are my favourite type of blogs. I totally don't get the Clive Owen thing though.

Gregling said...

OMG I'm SO doing a girl version, yes. Bit of bosom action, that'll up my hits. I'm definitely having Rosie Perez on there, as she was in Do The Right Thing. Phwoar.

Thom how can you not get CLive Owen, I'm so angry, he's been designed specifically with gay men in mind. Who do you like then?

Thom said...

I'm sorry Greg, I understand how I've let the team down. Mmm who do I like? That is the question. I may have to do my own blog to answer.

I do like the look of this Joe Dallesandro chap. As a wise man once said, Ng!

Thom said...

Having just realised who he is I feel a bit silly.

(ooh the word verification I have to type in contains 'fit'.)