Another Guilty Session

Last week, I discovered the Luke-Noah story on "As the World Turns" and I was hooked.

What is it anyway about soaps that make us addicted to them?

I'm well-aware of the fact that in place of actual skilled storytelling, they opt for awkwardly edited scenes that are cut into small chunks that are not too small, but large enough for you to choke on. This of course is spread out over weeks, months and even years.

So what brings me to this one?

I suppose it's because I've been searching lately.

This isn't limited to watching spliced episodes of soaps on YouTube, but I've also taken a liking for French films about gay teens.

Now at this point in my life I'm hardly a teen, quite possibly never really been a twink. What resonates is with me is the uncertainty of the future that these kids face. Risking everything for love, how exuberantly naive can one get?

Maybe I'm searching for that exuberance. I don't quite get that feeling anymore.

To be realistic, the film I saw, "À Cause d’un Garçon" or "You'll Get Over It," isn't too cheery. It isn't some brooding film as well. It's somewhere in the middle, perfect for the awkwardness of adolesence. Perfect for the awkwardness of my life right now and all the questionable choices I've been making.

It's precisely this awkwardness that I suppose keeps me perpetually feeling like a kid at times. While I can be distanced and sage when it comes to helping other people with their issues, I sort of let my own swing to and fro being carried around by chance hoping it would at some point settle down.

However, when will this constant shifting between the rational and impulsive, confident and insecure and goodness-knows-what-else stop? Probably never.

I haven't initiated a good relationship since I was a teenager. Maybe that's why I'm so fixated with these fictional teens? Being in the closet willingly has screwed up my on-board radar. I might have to give up my rainbow license.

Anyhow, I've got another movie lined up: "Presque Rien."

It's a coming of age story about two boys who fall in love with each other.

Big surprise.

Escapism? Maybe. Reflection? Possible.

Or perhaps I just have an incurable crush on Jeremie Elkaim.


But for now, it's back to Lucas and Noah in "As the World Turns."

Who's the hunk?

Okay, so this pic is a bit of an oldie.

I took it at the Field Museum in Chicago and from afar, I saw this really cute guy. Now, my cam is crap and this is the best shot I got of this guy.

So, does anyone know him? If you do. Tell him to send me an email.

I'll be waiting.

Electric Dreams

I am not usually one to dwell in fantasies. I try to keep things as real as possible.

However, every now and then the occasional creation from the realm of the fantastic does capture my eye and sends me in fits of delirium.

One of my hobbies is gaming. And in the past decades or so this medium of entertainment has grown considerably. Since this is a stereotypically heterosexual pursuit, most of gamedom's characters are fetching lasses in skimpy outfits. Hence, growing up, it was virtually impossible for me to fixate on any of my gaming heroes for scopophilic ends. I mean, who could develop a crush on those guys from Contra as you saw them on your television?

As gaming became more advanced, it became to portray the finer nuances of the human anatomy. And while I once again call on my tendency to remain prudent, some gaming hunks have tickled my fancy.

Here are my top crushes in gaming.

Solid Snake, Metal Gear Solid

Okay, so this picture really isn't of Solid Snake hhimself, but rather of his "dad", Naked Snaka (a.k.a. Big Boss). Since Solid was cloned from Big Boss, they look the same. Plus one of the hottest aspects of Metal Gear Solid 3 (which is a prequel) is that you could dress up Naked Snake in various camo outfits. I like making run around the jungle without his shirt on. Rowrf!

Gillian Seed, SNATCHER

So this guy isn't really that famous. He's Gillian Seed, an amnesiac who was discovered with his wife in a cryogenic sleep in Siberia. The only thing he remembers is the word Snatcher, which is now a bio-mechanical terror, which impersonates the people it murders. Think Blade Runner and you'll get what Snatcher is about. Gillian is a cop with a mysterious past and undergoing a divorce. I just think he's hunkily drawn and is really a likeable guy. His amnesia in a subtle way makes him a bit of a teenager searching for his identity and this appeals to my paternal insticts.

Link, The Legend of Zelda

It seems quite unlikely that I'd ever have a crush on Link from The Legend of Zelda. The original NES showed him as a squat Elf. Those old Saturday morning cartoons made him look like a leftover of the Eighties and sounded like a imbecilic spawn of suburban America.

So imagine my surprise when in the June 2006 issue of Out Magazine, they awarded Link as the "Hottest Video Game Character." I mean, I do agree to some degree, but with countless shirtless hunks in all those other games flexing muscles, wooing bitches and killing enemies, it was a bit of a surprise. Out Magazine writes:

When darkness enshrouds the land, Nintendo's sexy farm-boy-turned-wolf sets out to save the day in this upcoming game. His weapons: a sword, a bow, arrows and kick-ass grooming skills.

Uhuh. So whatever. I ignored it. However, once I actually got to play the new Zelda game, I was in for a rude awakening (or stirring).

Shirtless Link!

It was just too much for me to take. I couldn't really know if I was scandalized or strangely attracted to my elven alter ego. Is it his lean bod? Those stylized sumo garb? Or the fact that he has never been shirtless before? All those years of secret, unattended yearnings, unleashed by a flash of digital flesh? I swoon.

I don't usually go blonds and this Link is more brownish in hair, so that definitely ups the hotness level. Nor do I usually go for twinks, but heck. I'll do this one.

I don't think this pic does Link justice. A video of the sequence will provide you with a better peek at Link's pecs.

Move the slider to the 1:40 mark for Link's man on man action.

I think Link reminds of those amateur guys who, um, do the deed on those sites that are so prominently featured in sites like QueerClick. I have never been this enamoured with a videogame character before and I don't think I ever will.

I have never felt so guilt-stricken as well. It's like falling in love with your best friend. O such sweet taboo.



I end this featurette with a pic of the hottest Link I could find. I couldn't stop staring at his beautiful face. Never before have I developed a crush... No, dare I say it?... fallen in love with someone who liked to dress up as a fictional character (or any character for that matter).

First of all, I'd like to draw your attention to the perfectly mesmerizing eyes. Then the flawlessly translucent skin. Then to those oddly attractive ears. Finally to the meticulously crafted green tunic.

Rapture!


The only problem.


This Link's a girl.



And once again my closeted heterosexuality tries to make itself known.

And now for something fun...

Lacoste Pour Homme



Chanel No. 5


Now both ads exude style. Granted these both sell fashion merchendise, but the way they do it so class you just gotta keep it in your mind.

The first one uses Ian Lawless, a hunky hunk of a hunk kicking around pillows in the buff. It's sexy, but so tasteful you'd feel guilty if you ever tainted the impeccable Mr. Lawless. I find himtimpossibly hot. Whenever I see this video, I just go nuts, literally. Even after a few years, I still haven't lost my crush on him. Hopefully the fragrance lingers as longs as these stirrings.

The second one features Nicole Kidman and Rodrigo Santoro in an opulent ad directed by Moulin Rouge helmer Baz Luhrmann. The nods to his movie with Nicole are deliberate and explicit. However instead of detracting from its appeal, the ad works because of it. The idea of romance is sold. Not to me however.

Why? No shirtless Rodrigo Santoro. How can you even think of selling that to me? All the budget blown away for nothing.

Oh yeah, I have a crush on Nicole Kidman. Then again, that's like falling in love with Judy Garland.

Good stuff

Here's a nifty blog I stumbled upon yesterday.

Actually, I've seen his blog before, but I only took time to go through it yesterday. And woof! woof! What a blog it is!

This is a personal blog by a guy named Jeff (aka Amateurhunk) in the same way as mine, except that I'm not as bold as he is.

So at first glance one will go nuts over this hot guy and maybe uh relieve oneself with one of his video clips, but that was interesting for only a few minutes (or after the rush of orgasm has subsided). What really drew me in is that it is a very well-written blog.

I really go for brains and this guy has got his fair share of functional noodles in his cranium. While he doesn't really pepper his blog with politics (thank goodness for that), but little flourishes of style really adds a lot of class.

Add the fact that he doesn't really show his face and you've got a mystery. You can infer what he looks like (and according to my deductions, he's got a great smile, a strong nose and seems to be quite adorable), which is enough for me. At least he's not just a torso.

He's got the muscles and the words. Go read him.

http://www.amateurhunk.blogspot.com/

Who is this guy?

This is one of the hottest guys I've seen online as of the late.



From the looks of it, he's Asian-American, possible of mixed races (as demonstrated by his, er, assets) and wears glasses. Extra points for guys with glasses, which I find particularly cute. He's been featured in Queer Click before, but they never got around to revealing him until now, which is over a year later. The only thing we knew last week is that his name's Jason Chen and that he's possibly cute. Now we know that he's got, er, blessings, which certainly got my attention. I don't usually go for guys whose faces are hidden, but this guy is just - WOW.

For the more -ahem- detailed pictures, go on over to Queer Click. A word of warning though, these pictures are highly graphic in nature and are NOT SAFE for viewing IN PUBLIC PLACES or AT WORK. If you have no qualms about it, click here.

Pirate's Booty!

This post is long overdue, by a week at least. I saw "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest" twice the other week. What can I say? I'm a huge Jack Sparrow fan. Johnny Depp really deserved that Oscar nomination for the first flick.

However, this won't be me fawning over the artistic (or commercial) merits of the movie. I can do that in my real life. I'm here for fawn over the men. Actually, at the risk of sounding like a teenage girl, I'm just talking about one guy here.

I *Heart* Norrington!

In "Curse of the Black Pearl", I was too busy being enthralled by the brilliance of Depp's Jack Sparrow and the tantalizing promise of a glimpse of Legolas-excuse me- Orlando's pectorals to pay poor Jack Davenport any attention.

I suppose when you look all prissy and proper, one does look a bit too sanitized and a tad boring. Heck, I didn't even realize he was Jack Davenport (who was the real reason I loved The Talented Mr. Ripley).

Fast forward to "Dead Man's Chest" (which thankfully was not literally that literal as like most people, I'm not really into necrophilia) and Jack Davenport swaggers into the scene as the rugged, unshaven and drunk James Norrington.

Hubba! Hubba! Now that's what I call a man! Sort of like something out of Lost or something, isn't it? Jack Davenport looks like he's a mix of a bit Ralph Finnes and Christian Bale (a fantasy pair up I'd love to see), but to be fair to him all thoroughly Jack Davenport.

He's dastardly and still oh so sexy. I've never really been into Johnny Depp (probably because I was still too young during the height of 21 Jumpstreet), so I've never really been attracted physically to Jack Sparrow. He is however still a force to be reckoned with and this movie really moves around him.

Poor Orlando Bloom's Will Turner is the only honest man in the entire adventure. He's become so boring that unless he does something underhanded, I'd be cheering on Keira Knightley's Elizabeth Swann to end up with Norrington or Sparrow. Will's a eunuch. Although I must say the whipping scene was bit hot - if not a bit too contrived to turn the cranks of those Orlando Bloom fans. True, he's romantic, but in a film littered with fleshed-out, double-crossing characters, he's as flat as paper Ken doll - the token boytoy.

Here's hoping that in the third movie, Will Turner will become "curious" and do something dastardly. And that Norrington will take his shirt off.

Then again, most likely he'll go back to the distinguished lemon turd that he was. Shame.