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Still, possibly, the sexiest video ever. Damn girl. Those moves. Get it.

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Five Sexiest Men on My TV: 2015

Being unemployed for four months before starting grad school, I had a lot of free time for finding sexy men on TV shows. But one show swept this year, and I think it was a combination of me wanting to be the women and the men being so awesome. This year’s runners up include Freddie Lyon from The Hour (fantastic show), Evan the Botanist from My Boys, and Mike Faber from Homeland. Honestly, I think we should take a moment to just be grateful the whole list, and runners up, aren’t all from GG, because they sure could be.

#5 Jim Gordon Gotham


I just started watching this show, I can’t figure him out. I’m intrigued.

#4 Luke Danes Gilmore Girls


This photo sums it up. #curmudgeon

#3 Christopher Hayden Gimore Girls


He was always so unattainable, and I loved that about him. That and all his devilmaycare.

#2 Mike Ross Suits


I think I mostly like his taste in girlfriends (AKA I WANT TO BE HER) but damn if he’s not fun.

#1 Logan Huntzberger Gilmore Girls


He’s perfect. The intelligent, quick witted, adventurous, doting, caring, completely rebellious bad boy–with a lot of money.

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Hot Man Reading Things

It’s Sir Sean Connery’s 85th Birthday today!

As I speed toward library school starting in a hot second (next week), I think these images of the man, the myth, the legend–in various stances and states of undress and usage of reading materials–is just the right way to celebrate.

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I’ve been waiting a year for this

I hate February. I tell you this every year. I have a lot of reasons.

Now that the obligatory I-really-fucking-hate-February statement is out of the way (no different this year, I promise you), I can move on to my new favorite thing about February (after the deliciously unhealthy Super Bowl): Dirty and Nerdy V-Day cards. A little something for everyone. I love mail, and holidays, and reasons to send mail, like fake holidays, but this holiday is one I won’t send mail for. If I did, though, you’d get something like this.

In a world where I send Valentines Part II
(see the first version here)

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Surprisingly Sexy

I love it when songs have a little unforeseen kink to them. There’s something about the subtly that puts a smirk on your face and gets you thinking about the dirty things–but doesn’t practically require you rub one out before continuing your day.::coughAvantcough::

Robin Thicke’s Something Else album is all sweet and cuddly in comparison to Sex Therapy, but there’s one song that has an especially kinky culprit amidst the sugary sweetness: “You wanna touch yourself when you see me.” There’s also this Norwegian wood reference that I giggle at more than anything.


Jordan Knight’s “Give It To You” is entirely about sex, but there’s something about the pop-carnival sound from the New Kid on the Block who starts with the man-in-your-dreams cliche, but manages to keep “show me where and I’ll taste you there” lost in the refrain.


Raphael Saadiq doesn’t just surprise you–he blows your mind. The song is titled “Let’s Take A Walk” and the song starts: “This place is crowded. Don’t know about you. I need some sex. Some sex with you.” I know you have to follow the link, but you should really watch this: the music+video is strangely reminiscent of the bowling porn Gutterballs in The Big Lebowski.


Know any other jams that fit the unexpectedly explicit MO?

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Let’s Get Ludicrous

How many resolutions can you make from these lyrics and video? I’m thinking this would be one hell of a year. Or weekend.

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The Greatest

Well, I know Drake already knows he’s the Greatest. But, damn. I’ll stroke that ego some more. This song is perfect for all the things I’m not doing with my life.
Like sleeping. And foreplay.

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Five Sexiest Women on TV

Who am I to be sexist? Ladies can think ladies are fine, even if I don’t want to get in bed with one of them. So that’s that. I present to you, my first annual Five Sexiest Women on TV.

#5. Carrie Bradshaw Sex and the City

Carrie Bradshaw


Maybe it’s because she ages well. Maybe it’s the guys. Or the closet. Maybe it’s just because she’s a writer. And I’m a writer. And I want a happy ending, too.

#4. Joan Halloway Mad Men

Joan Halloway/Harris


Because you can’t look at her without being blown away. Try it. I dare you.

#3. Camille Soroyan Bones

Dr. Camille Soroyan


Camille is smart, fun, and a very sharp dresser. For realz, this woman always looks hot. Plus she’s sexy. And she’s the woman in charge.

#2. Karen Californication



Part of Karen’s appeal is Hank. He undeniably loves her. Don’t we all want that? But she’s also a foxy lady with this cool factor I can’t fathom possessing.

#1. Angela Montenegro Bones

Angela Montenegro


No questions, Angela is the sexiest woman on my TV (or computer screen, rather). She’s absolutely beautiful, funny, carefree and seriously smart. Her sexual escapades are fabulous (especially with Jack Hodgins) and everyone on the show seems to be attracted to her. Me. too.

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Five Sexiest Men on TV: 2010

This time last year I composed a “sexiest men on tv” post that has continued to direct traffic to my blog. But since then, some of those hit-inducing-hotties have left the top five. Goodbye Don, Derek and Fisher. Say hello to the sexiest men on my TV in 2010.

#5. Tom Jeter Studio 60: On the Sunset Strip

Tom Jeter


He’s cute and awkward and funny and real.

#4. Jack Hodgins Bones

Jack Hodgins

A wealthy conspiracy theorist with fabulous sexual ingenuity (Egyptian storage room to John Legend music?), he finally stole my heart in Season 5.

#3. Cappie Greek


I wasn’t much for Greeks in college, but Cappie is an exception. As they said on the show, he’s something of a scruffy Rob Thomas. Cu-ute. Plus he’s goofy.

#2. Agent Seeley Booth Bones

Agent Seeley Booth


His belt buckle says “cocky.” He’s adorably corny. He’s a family man. If you’re having a bad day he’ll show up with Chinese food or donuts. I could probably get lost in his eyes. And arms. And abs.

#1. Hank Moody Californication

Hank Moody

I am irrationally and undeniably attracted to a man that sluts it up and does some occasionally awful things. I think it’s because he’s a tortured artist debilitatingly in love with an amazing woman. And he’s the smart, sexy bad boy who is mind-blowing in bed. Yes please.

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Moody’s Blues

Good writing is sexy. Not in the same way humor or strong arms are sexy. No, humor is required and strong arms just give you something to inwardly gloat about. Good writing conveys confidence, knowledge, passion and wit. At least, in my definitely subjective view it does.

The TV show Californication is mind-fuckingly brilliant. Truly. It’s sexy, sexy writing about a sexy man who happens to be a sexy writer. It’s almost too much sexy to handle, if the plot wasn’t so saturated with love, lust, and loss.

Stumbling about the internet, I discovered this little collection of quality Hank Moody quotes. It’s a testament to the genius of the show’s writers and their main character. Many of my personal favorites involve the ‘broner’ and Canadian diamonds, but because I’m feeling a little nostalgic, here’s the epic letter that won many a woman over to Hank’s darkside (because before, they couldn’t quite find his ‘sea of pointless pussy’ as endearing as I did).

Dear Karen,

If you’re reading this it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me. You don’t know me very well but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write.

There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, it wasn’t on the make, it was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another, next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut she might be the one. She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic with a great deal of maintenance required, she is you, Karen. That’s the good news.

The bad is I don’t know how to be with you right now. And that scares the shit out of me. Because if I’m not with you right now, I have this feeling that we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big, bad world full of twists and turns. And people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could have changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should waste the leap of faith on the likes of me, but damn you smell good. Like home. And you make excellent coffee. That’s got to count for something right?

Call me.

Unfaithfully yours,

Hank Moody.

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