raybear | I wouldn't mind her mouth on me.

Someone recently described my taste in men as "weird and/or gross types", and I admit that my recent confession to thinking about Dr. Phil lends support to that argument, but let me also clarify, that my impure thoughts of Oprah's Tuesday guest are not a constant -- it's more that last night he was looking good to me for some strange reason.

Also, I think I'm just more vocal about my interest in weird or "gross" guys because most people don't acknowledge sexual interest in them. But I do have my interest in more "standard" male beauty, too. Guys I wouldn't mind in my bed include some usual suspects: Edward Norton, John Corbett, DMX, Luke Wilson, Method Man, Ewan MacGregor, Jet Li, Robert Downey Jr., Johnny Depp, etc. etc.

But maybe I just think it's boring to talk about the folks that half the world wants to fck. I'd rather talk about the eroticism of folks who most people (general population) don't want to think about as sexual. That was probably the inital allure with my fascination with Martha Stewart -- five years ago, no one could picture her as anything but some strange new england whitebread overachieving craftmaker, where I was all about bending her over in the garden. I almost get resentful when someone "ugly sexy" (a phrase I don't ever actually use because I hate that word) or alterna-sexy breaks through into mainstream audience as suddenly 'sexy' -- sure I'm happy that Tony Soprano made James Gandolfini into a sex symbol, but some folks had mad love for big guys already.

I feel like I'm launching into some tirade but I'm not sure how I got on the topic. I guess I was thinking that my eye for men comes from such a weird place, since I'm statistically more attracted to different types of women, and my idea of masculine sexyness comes from a strange combination of fag lust and older women sensibilities. Seriously. Because you know some of those housewives sit at home imagining Dr. Phil is there husband when the lights are out.