Friday, February 3, 2017

Jason Momoa: Bringing Sexy Ax

Jason Momoa. Say that five times fast without some things getting hard and others wet.  This man is sex in motion, lust personified, and the reason your dirtiest fantasy just got even filthier. It is fairly impossible to look at such a Michelangeloan masterpiece of virility and prowess without your mind falling smack into your clit.

He comes across as charming, funny, confident, and extremely likable. He is executive producer and star of the Netflix show "Frontier", he has played Conan the Destroyer, he's going to be Aquaman in the upcoming film, and here is a gif of him going full beast mode at the gym:

As if that weren't enough, now, now there is footage of him throwing axes and drinking beer on Jimmy Kimmel: http://hawaiianjesus.com/post/156453623289/throwing-axes-on-jimmy-kimmel-live. Can he get any sexier? I submit he cannot.  If ever a man should have a harem...

He exudes a crazy-ass primal aura that could probably smother a bitch in its masculinity.  I bet he sweats 192-proof straight testosterone. He's got a wonderfully confident swagger of a man who would protect you from everything because he could kill anything with his bare hands (and if not, still throw a tomahawk and do it). But you would love those same hands, that pair wonderfully with that hair, that beard, that 6"4, 235lbs- to drag you in a cave and go Neanderthal all over your ass.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

I'm Baaaacckkk!


Hola, babies and Happy New Year!! It's been a looooonnnnngggg time since ya girl has posted and I am so glad to be back.

Many changes about since I last posted in 2014, and I wasn't sure if the person I am becoming was still interested in keeping the blog on the same path on which I had been heading. Hells yeah I still love pretty men and I will still have continue "Hot with a Chance of Sexy", because I owe it to y'all as well as myself. I am also still interested in my trivial celebrity gossip, but after 2016 shanked me in my Hollywood/entertainment heart by taking so many of my favorites, it will be hard to Hollywood love again soon. I might have to keep that on the calm down for a while.

What then will I talk about? I haven't quite figured that out, but I figure if I just start writing, then I will know it when I see it.  As the sagacious Wayne Dyer said, "Believe it and you will see it."

I will be posting something, hopefully something that y'all will find interesting and entertaining, once a week.

Keep checking back and make 2017 your beautiful year!

Friday, February 28, 2014

Devils with Pretty Faces: Darren Sharper

For those of you who don’t know of Darren Sharper, he was a NFL safety who played professionally for 14 years with the Green Bay Packers, Minnesota Vikings, and the New Orleans Saints.  His career included 5 Pro Bowls and 2 trips to the Super Bowl- earning his first ring when the Saints beat the Colts in Super Bowl XLIV in February 2010.  After retiring he worked as an analyst for WWL-TV in New Orleans before leaving to work for the NFL network in the same capacity.

Sharper has been in the news recently because he was arrested in Los Angeles on January 17th of this year and charged with two separate counts of sexual assault.  The alleged incidents occurred in October of last year and January of this year.  In the short time since his initial arrest, it has come to light that Sharper has been implicated in a total of 8 assaults in 5 states, including his California charges.  Details that have been released suggest that his modus operandi is to meet women at bars/clubs, invite them to accompany him to another party venue, and once they accept, he “stops” at his hotel room/ house, offers them a drink spiked with Ambien, and once they are rendered unconscious, he assaults them.

At his arraignment on February 20th, Sharper was formally charged with two counts of rape by use of drugs, four counts of furnishing a controlled substance and one count of possession of a controlled substance- all felonies.  The defendant pleaded not guilty and the judge set bail at $1M dollars as well as banning Sharper from nightclubs and forbade him from being alone with women.

For those of you who have never seen Darren Sharper, he is an exceptionally good looking man.  He’s 6”2, around 210 pounds, with a 1000 kilowatt smile, which he seemed to perpetually flash from the sidelines and in front of the cameras.  He always seems to be dressed to the nines, dated beautiful and famous women, and I’ll bet he smells fabulous.  The words “charming” and “likeable” immediately spring to mind when you think of Darren Sharper.  He helped rebuild houses ravaged by Katrina, he was the star attendee at a football camp for women in Slidell, LA last year, and in 2010 he wrote a short essay in a book called NFL Dads Dedicated to Daughters, which was a collaboration with a violence prevention organization called “A Call to Men” whose mission is to make the world safer for women.  Irony?  I don’t think so.

I am not a psychologist or an expert in sex crimes by any stretch of the imagination, but I think that Darren Sharper is a psychopathic serial rapist who boldly and arrogantly stood in front of the world, probably laughing at our “stupidity”, while he fueled his rage against women.  I believe that he intentionally aligned himself with women’s issues to distance himself to possible scrutiny, but also to create a cover in case he ever got caught.  He is not a stupid man.  His whole M.O. is proof of that as it is a sinister, methodical, well-devised plan:  Inviting the victims back to his hotel room or house, and having them willingly agree to come is surely going to be the peanut butter in the chocolate for his attorneys. I imagine that they are going to have a field day with the victims by harping on the fact that these women “voluntarily went to the hotel room of this gorgeous, famous, wealthy man after drinking with him at a bar? Really?”

Yes, these victims might be guilty themselves of making the unfortunate choice of leaving with him, but no one wants to be knocked unconscious and sexually assaulted.  One participant of the female football camp said in an interview after hearing the charges against Sharper, "I saw the way the women were looking at him, he could've had anyone of those girls. He's a triple threat -- pretty, rich and talented." Rape and sexual assault, we need to remember, aren’t crimes based upon sex and desire:  They are attacks rooted in violence, aggression, dominance, subjugation, and rage- forced sexual acts, and fornication are the culmination of these assaults- and those are two very different things.

But in spite of what recent history has shown us, it is still very hard for many people to want to associate heinous crimes to people who have entered our collective and individual consciousness because of their talent, looks, wealth, or seeming goodness- whether we know them casually or simply know of them. It’s very easy for us to put people into compartments based on superficial or slight knowledge- and in a sense, especially as we all routinely and often briefly encounter so many people these days, we have to.  And when those people do something shocking or vile, it makes us re-think and re-examine our whole system of judgment, which is very difficult.  So difficult that it is easier to rationalize said person’s behavior, deny it, or attack the character of the person making the accusation.

And even though his defense team will probably say something like “he suffered multiple concussions that affected his personality and behaviors”, or perhaps they will say the problem is that of a pharmaceutical nature, I don’t believe for a second that Darren Sharper just started these attacks at 37 years of age.  Psychopaths learn early how to mask their darkness with brilliant lights of wit, charm, talent, and drive that draw people to them, make people like them, and trust them. I shake my head when I think about how many potential victims of his are out there that we will never know about. I shudder to think of how easy and accessible victims could have been for him given his NFL status and abundant travels.  I almost cry when I think of the women out there who were too afraid to come forward because they feared they wouldn’t be believed, those who did come forward and weren’t believed, and particularly for those who have no idea what this monster did because they didn’t regain consciousness until after the fact.

I know that in spite of what I have voiced, people are said to be innocent until proven guilty.  I also know that the burden of proof rests with “the people” and sometimes that guilt can’t be proven.  That doesn’t mean that the accused didn’t commit said crime.  Even if Darren Sharper somehow slithers through these charges in California, there are still four other states looking at him. The mask that he has worn for so long on the field, on television, and in our minds has been knocked askew and I do not think it will ever be set right.

For those of you who didn’t know of Darren Sharper, you do now. You probably also know people like him and don’t even realize it.  We all do.  We probably admire some athlete, actor, singer, or poet and assume that because he can catch a ball or run fast, bring tears to our eyes, hold a high note, or rhyme then he’s automatically a moral or trustworthy person.  We need to remember that a person can be anyone he needs to be in the face of the public.  And usually, he will.



Sunday, November 3, 2013

What the Week?! Ending 11/2/13

Kanye West (of Sanity) and Kim K are suing because their private, intimate proposal at AT&T Park in SF in front of family and the crew filming it all for their reality show was leaked online; thus besmirching the sanctity of the hallowed occasion… oh lord, even my fingers are laughing at that last line.  Anyway, these 2 greedy, soulless, megalomaniacs are mad because they won’t get as much money now from the network that produces their PBS-esque “Keeping up with the Kardashians” when that rat pail of a show comes back for another season.  If you can reach down deep enough into your soul to find the strength to give a shit, you can read the article here.

In other not-news news, Justin Bieber was “caught” coming out of a whorehouse in Rio.  I say “caught” because his security team draped him in a bed sheet and “slipped” him out- while allegedly spraying the paps with water.  Either they wanted him to be seen or he has the dumbest security/PR team ever known to celebs because last time I checked limo/Escalades, burly body guards, and bed sheets draped over tiny elfish tweens don’t scream “incognito”.  Put on a hat, change your shoes, put on a shirt to hide your tats, and lose the 30 man security team outside the establishment.  There.  I just snuck Beibs out of a whorehouse. You can see this foolery here.

And finally, embattled Toronto Mayor Rob Ford has promised to stop getting “hammered” in public. Even though Marion Berry 2.0 hasn’t copped to smoking crack in the video where he is seen smoking crack, I like it when politicians agree to stop getting snot slinging drunk and cruising city hall in the early morning hours with open containers, swearing at their aides.  It’s responsibility.  It’s self growth.  Ford swears that not only will he not step down, he will run again in the election next year.  There is no tenacity like drunken tenacity, I will give him that.  You know he’s gonna stick to that mantra until the daisy chain of prostitutes start scurrying out of the alleys telling the rest of this sordid tale. And five will get you ten that mess (or something like it) is coming. Click here for story.






Tuesday, October 29, 2013

What the Week?!


Hilarity decided to dress up for Halloween early this year, and it came as this video from a Kuwaiti soccer match.  The referee made a call that the players didn’t agree with and forgetting all of their anti-bullying PSAs, decided to surround him and intimidate him into changing his mind. Unbeknownst to them, this referee has been dreaming of this moment since he picked up a whistle and put on that yellow shirt - bitch was ready.



      Also, Chris Brown was arrested and charged with felony assault early Sunday morning in DC.  In other shocking celebrity news, Miley Cyrus stuck out her tongue.  As though the world didn’t already know what a douche he is, Brown kicked it up a cheesy notch by reportedly saying to the assault victim before hitting him, “I’m not down with that gay shit, I feel like boxing.”  I hope he remembers to tell that to his cellmate when he finally meets up with a judge who ain’t afraid to snatch the get- out- of- jail- free card that keeps magically appearing every time he goes to court. 
   
  http://www.tmz.com/2013/10/27/chris-brown-arrested-felony-assault-washington-dc/
 
      And finally, I saw this and it just made me smile.  No one famous, nothing salacious- just a dude cuttin' up at work, showing off some mad dancing skills that you know he perfected in the 80s and has been waiting to show off to the "youngsters" because "twerkin' ain't got shit on this old school style".






Sunday, October 20, 2013

Marcus What (the Schekenburg) Happened?

Marcus Schekenburg does more before 9AM than I have done my whole life. Seriously, dude is a model, author, actor, singer, polyglot who speaks 5 languages, product endorser, & TV character-inspirer (supposedly he was the basis for Smith Jerrod on Sex in the City)- so I am not trying to front or hate (you know with that preface some shit is gonna be flushing out of my mouth now) but what happened to him? 

He's not a monster- it's not like he has "Rourked" his face- but he just looks so different than his glory days of the 90s.  We all age and sometimes life goes in on us, so it's not graceful-  I get that. But this doesn't even look like the same person. 

I guess the problem is that his body was so shredded, his mane of hair just begged to knotted in a bitch's hand, and his face was so gorgeous you weren't sure whether to thank his parents or slap them for hoggin' all the pretty genes. And no one can maintain that level of beauty for long, especially not if you want to accomplish half of the other things he has in life.

Instead of being a dick about the normal looking man he has become, or celebrating the dude who left me with a lifetime of delicious visuals from the 90s, I am gonna give this cat big ups for doing himself a solid and being smart enough to have 10,000 back ups after modeling stopped paying the bills.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Hunnam Throws Shade at 50 Shades

I just saw that Charlie Hunnam has dropped out of the cast of 50 Shades of Lame. In other shocking news, the sun rose in the east this morning.  First off, Charlie had to realize that he wasn't a great choice as Christian Grey if E.L. James originally wanted that "twipire" (Robert Pattinson) to play him- that's like ordering an Appletini and getting a double shot of whiskey in a kinda dirty glass. Secondly, Hunnam probably actually picked up the book for the first time, read some of that drivel, and decided that they weren't paying him enough to sell his thespian soul.  And finally, can you imagine the shit that kid would have taken walking onto the set of Sons of Anarchy if they were still shooting when that movie was released? I'm sure he did and when he combined that with the thought of winning his first Razzie, he called E.L. James directly and (without even identifying himself) just said, "Bye, bitch."  

Unfortunately he wouldn't have looked like this in the movie anyway, so enjoy the hot.

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