Gone But Not Forgotten: Men Of Yore We're Lusting For

Sometimes you have to look to the past. You have to see that there was hotness all around, even when there wasn't any color in our movies. You have to say, "Man, if that guy wasn't dead, I would so want a piece." For me, James Dean is just hotness.

I adore watching him, frustrated and angsty, troubled and struggling to find a place for himself in Rebel Without A Cause. He had presence. He had a smoldering sexiness that couldn't be denied. He was beautiful and talented and taken too soon.

If you're in heaven, James, and blissfully not aging, know that I'm grabbing that ass when I get there. wink - Pinky