Prompted by this post at My New Plaid Pants…






Once a legitimate blog. Now just a collection of memes 'n menz.
Prompted by this post at My New Plaid Pants…







It’s a very fresh retelling of the Oz stories, and I’m surprised I’m enjoying it as much as I am.
Of course the fact that Oliver Jackson Cohen (the “scarecrow”) seems to have a clause written into his contract that he must appear shirtless in every episode for a certain length of time has nothing to do with it.









Not that I’m complaining…

















Oh Armie…


























Because it’s been way too long…













































Having come of age in the late 70s and spending my sexually-formative 20s during the 1980s, there are still certain looks that never fail to capture my attention…

I think I need some yard work done.
Fuuuuuuuck…














Francesc Cascó and Matt Lister for Fantastics Magazine via
We could all use a little fuzzy shirtless Thomas Jane right about now…




























Because I’ve been negligent. And I would hate to have VoenixRising knocked off all those “pornography” filter lists!

“I mean, your dick knows what it likes. You reach puberty, you don’t fucking decide what you like. You ask your dick. You say, ‘Hey, Dick, what do you like?’ And you go for it.” ~ Peter, Parting Glances
…and think he’s the sexiest man alive. Other times I look at him and wonder what all the hoopla is about.







What say you?


























































































































This almost makes me want to start watching Zoo again. Almost. But no. There’s only so much belief I can suspend. Maybe with the sound down?












































