(Look, Ma, not prompt!)
How do you write a post about hot men in the Summer without objectifying them? The answer is, you can’t!
I’m not going to defend my actions per se but before anyone gets their knickers in a twist, I am not advocating cat calling fitties in the street, even if a certain type of man have been doing it to us since the dawn of time.
This post is to be the antidote to a week of quite deep ponderings. I’ve thought a lot about my family, adolescence and lots of other things besides and I’m tired. I want to think about fluff for a moment. Chin fluff, specifically.
Yes. This is another beard appreciation post, thinly veiled as a post about Summertime perving. What of it? Look, it’s my blog.
So, at lunch the girls and I go the park to soak up the rays and hula hoop. It just so happens that they are doing major road works on the trajectory we have to meander across to reach our destination. Right now it seems fit to bursting with young(ish), nut-brown from the sun, filthy men.
Now, I can’t say any of them are beardy enough to fill my fantasy quota but there is just something so inherently exciting about fit, lithe men lifting heavy things in the heat. It puts me in mind of a friend that Mr Bee has who sometimes comes over to help with DIY, such as plumbing in a washing machine. There’s something primal about a man who can make and do things with his hands.
Sorry, but it’s hot. You know, purely from a fantasy point of view. Anyway, let’s just say lunch isn’t just about light exercise and gossip, knowwhatimsayin’?
Personally, I am a fan of the pretty bearded variety of hottie but you know that already. That species is everywhere in Brighton and no longer a rare sight. Call me shallow but it’s still spectacular. *Sigh*
Beards on bicycles, beards in vests, beards in the park playing ball – I just want to look at all the beards. That’s all.
So, guys and girls, what’s your favourite Summertime perk?
Also, did someone say “How about a Top Ten All Time Favourite Beards post, Christa?” On it!