Sexy man-beasts

[trixtah]

I was having a chat with one of my exes (and good friend) this morning, about identity politics. She's in a phase where she's unsure of what she's doing on the sexual orientation spectrum. I personally think that if a label fits, use it, but don't get boxed into owning 100% of a category. Anyone who is a reasonable human being is a more-or-less hazy constellation of the labels that might apply to them - as soon as you try to start defining yourself by absolutes, you'll have to start chopping bits off yourself to fit. The Procrustean myth is a good warning, IMO.

Secondly, yesterday while I was helping them dog-wrangle, saluqi, faxon  and I were talking about Desperate Remedies, which is one of New Zealand's cooler and quirkier movies. I had to confess that I had a thing about Kevin Smith, one of the actors (of course, for saluqi, it was about the frocks). Also, a fey Cliff Curtis isn't a bad thing either.

So, in an effort to show that a fairly butch dyke isn't necessarily limited by her labels, I present you to you the four sexy man-beasts who I actually do go "Phwoar!" at:

• Naveen Andrews (ok, hair and eyes, I know, I know)
• Hugh Jackman (do I need to say more? But I wish he'd get better haircuts in RL).
  
• Lenny Kravitz (and why can't I find suits like this to wear? I suppose not being a filthy rich rock star might have something to do with it. And big boobs would spoil the line. *sigh*)
• The aforementioned Kevin Smith, and him in Desperate Remedies (it's all about the sideburns, mmm.)

So there you go. However, the guys I very rarely fancy in RL aren't big macho man-beasts. Quiet strength, a nice voice, humour, lack of sexism, lack of passive-aggressive "baby me" behaviour, and, er, long hair and grooming are things I notice. But I notice those qualities in women a lot more quickly. Oh well.