Showing posts with label erotic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erotic. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
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Hot with a Chance of Sexy: Scott Bakula
I was at home last night flipping through the channels and I noticed that Magic Mike was on HBO, and since I had never seen it, I decided to check it out. If I had paid money to see that mess in a movie theatre, afterwards I would have immediately started playing Powerball Lottery until I hit the jackpot, returned to that said movie theatre, bought it, and then burned it to the ground. Halfway through that "Magic Mess" I had to turn it off because I felt like I was being punked. I understand that it was all about the visuals, and while I can appreciate that Big Dick Richie is hot and Tatum can dance, that topic they were sitting on could have produced a virtual gold mine of dialogue. They could have made it super campy and over- the- top; hell, called it Showboys if they had to. Make it awfully delightful, hilariously dreadful- make it so bad that it's wonderful- but they didn't do that. I got the feeling that the writer(s) were laughing at their audience, not with us. In fact, I still can't shake the image of whoever wrote that "script" sitting at his newly purchased mansion in L.A., doing lines off of some prostitute's taint, cackling in delirious disbelief that he actually got paid in real US currency and not with a Hello Kitty money box with milk chocolate coins for writing that drivel. I'm sure that I got dumber because I watched even part of that crap, but thankfully I still knew how to work the remote control and read, so I saw that Behind the Candelabra was about to come on a different HBO channel. And I had to at least give it a shot. The Kennedys may have been the closest thing to royalty we've had in living memory here in the States, but Liberace was surely the biggest queen. I had no idea what to expect with Michael Douglas and Matt Damon playing the leads (I thought they did well), and I certainly had not expected the timeless Scott Bakula to even be in the movie- what a lovely surprise!
For those of you ladies (and gentlemen) of a certain age, you simply must remember Scott Bakula as Dr. Sam Beckett on Quantum Leap. I lurved that show! Rather, I hearted Scott Bakula. Even though there were prettier men on television, there was just such a folksy, charming, sexy, nerdy yet leonine loveliness and vibe about him- he made me feel funny. He was also the first person who made me want to be- oh, I mean bang- a scientist.
Scott was born in St. Louis on October 9, 1954 the oldest of three siblings. He moved to NYC in 1976 and did some stage work before moving to LA. He did some commercials and short-lived series before the writer's strike drove him back to New York. He came back to LA when he won his role on Quantum Leap, but he had done a variety of guest spots on shows such as Designing Women, My Sister Sam, and Matlock prior to Quantum Leap.
He has done a multitude of shows and movies since "Quantum" went off the air, and it is nice to see his handsome face on the screen each time. If he has had work done, then he desperately needs to pass that surgeon's number out to his co-stars and friends before they go the way of Stallone, Rourke, Rogers, et al. It's horrible enough watching women wreck their faces trying to get splashed by the fountain of youth, seeing what most men end up looking like is just terrifying. The art of surgical facial beautification for men is definitely still in its infancy. I love that Bakula has retained his masculine features, and aged gracefully and (seemingly) naturally. It's sexy when a man emits the sleek yet dominate ferocity of a lion- not when his face and eyes have been stretched across his head to physically resemble one.
For more information about Mr. Bakula you can check out his Wikipedia page here.
Scott was born in St. Louis on October 9, 1954 the oldest of three siblings. He moved to NYC in 1976 and did some stage work before moving to LA. He did some commercials and short-lived series before the writer's strike drove him back to New York. He came back to LA when he won his role on Quantum Leap, but he had done a variety of guest spots on shows such as Designing Women, My Sister Sam, and Matlock prior to Quantum Leap.
He has done a multitude of shows and movies since "Quantum" went off the air, and it is nice to see his handsome face on the screen each time. If he has had work done, then he desperately needs to pass that surgeon's number out to his co-stars and friends before they go the way of Stallone, Rourke, Rogers, et al. It's horrible enough watching women wreck their faces trying to get splashed by the fountain of youth, seeing what most men end up looking like is just terrifying. The art of surgical facial beautification for men is definitely still in its infancy. I love that Bakula has retained his masculine features, and aged gracefully and (seemingly) naturally. It's sexy when a man emits the sleek yet dominate ferocity of a lion- not when his face and eyes have been stretched across his head to physically resemble one.
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Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Hot with a Chance of Sexy: I'm Too Sexy for the Saud?
Surely you’ve heard the story by now of three men who were
supposedly kicked out of Saudi Arabia earlier this month by their Commission
for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vices for being too good looking.
Evidently the Commission thought women would rip off their hijabs, lift up
their niqabs, shimmy out of their abayas, and throw their panties at these
dudes (before being stoned to death), which is weird to me because I thought unrelated
men and women were strictly segregated in public places (such as a festival). The interweb has
been alight with photos of Omar Borkan Al Gala and the speculation that this
actor, poet, and photographer is one of the three men. Now, I will give him props because he is a
good looking dude, but get kicked out of a country good looking? Hmmm.
If he was one of the three Emirati “delegates” whose fine
ass was in town for the Jenadrivah Heritage and Cultural Festival, then they
might have been asked to leave because the UAE allowed one of their sexy female
artists to drive attend the festival. This whole Borkan-fever erupted when he posted
a link to the deportation story on his Facebook /UAE promotion page, but he
never said that he was one of the three, and as of this time, he hasn’t
responded to any messages left by Western news agencies. If you got kicked out of a country for being
too good looking, you would tell EVERYONE, repeatedly, in a variety of
languages. Shit, if I got kicked out of
a 24-hour Wal-Mart in Hueytown, Alabama at 3:00AM on a Sunday morning for being
too good looking in a sea of stereotypical, inappropriately dressed Wal-Mart crackheads, I would try to
get that story to CNN at 3:01 and it would immediately go viral in my mind and with
my 11 twitter followers.
Any road, back to Omar.
I admit that I was initially fascinated by this story, and yes, I went
to his Facebook page and looked at his photos more than once. Is it just me, or
does anyone else think that there is a GlamourShots in the UAE and Omar is good
friends with the manager/part-time makeup artist? After looking through his
page, I have to say that if the Saudi source hadn’t said that they kicked them
out for being too sexy for the sand, I wouldn’t put it past Omar to assume that’s why he was told to kick
cans. He seems douchebaggy enough. I can
imagine his outrage as he tries to hold
his tears, a bag full of Kryolan makeup, and his borrowed micro airbrush
compressor that he uses to spray on his perfectly coiffed beard as he screams
at the immigration officers, “What?! Is it because I am too handsome? Is that
why I have to leave?!”
And while I have serious doubts that he was kicked out for
being too cute for his own good, I can see him being kicked out for (a.) bogarting
all the eyeliner in Riyadh (b.) auditory assault on hearing ears with his bad
poetry “beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes…the place where love
resides.” Seriously? Whatever, Rumi. (c.) They probably thought
that he stole the purse that fell out of his mouth when he opened it to
talk. He is a pretty cat, but he is
trying waaayyyy too hard to be butch in his pictures.
Regardless of the whether the handsome story turns out to be
true or not (it won’t), I hope that Omar milks the shit out of his fifteen
minutes. He seems like a true hustler-
look what he did with some GlamourShots, Photoshop, and a link to a news story. I have to respect his game and his ingenuity. Forget Gangnam style, that bitch is workin’
it Dubai style- flashy and over the top.
And I want to see more.
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