Hot guy, unfortunate family tie.

Look at this guy!

RIGHT?

Buster.

I've had a few requests for this guy, and I'll admit at first it had me scratching my head a bit.

Hot hot action.

I had to get to him eventually.  I was holding out.  But I can do it no longer.  Marlon?  Honey?  Do you need help?  Maybe I can just sit here and look at you while you shave.  Run my fingers through the hair on the back of your head and look at you in the mirror?  Get a whiff of your neck while I'm at it?

Hot gospel action...

If you aren't familiar with Sam Cooke, you need to be. If you are, well, you're welcome.

He was an incredibly talented singer who died before his time.  I'd love to sit down with him in some lounge and listen to him play before demurely accepting his invitation to dinner and dancing.  I'd hesitate only for a split second.  Keep him guessing.  My, my, Sam.

Hot sleuthing action...

Jeremy!  Darling! Come in.  Don't stand out there, you'll catch your death.  Go on, take off that hat and gloves.  Here.  Oh now, with the pipe and the magnifying glass.  Don't you want to put those down just for a moment?  Aren't you tired of them yet?  Go on, I'll fix you a drink.  Scotch?  Here.  Relax.  Give me that coat.  Isn't that better?  I've got a fire going and dinner will be ready in just a bit, just sit there and enjoy your drink and let me look at you. 

A personal hot favorite...

Do you know who this is? If you don't, I'm going to give you several reasons to want to hop into that time machine and go VERY far back to enjoy a hot date with this man:

Enjoy this reader suggestion...

which is....

a hot dead Scottish poet!  (Who doesn't love THAT?  Except the dead part.  We don't like that at all.)

This is Allan Ramsay.  Arresting looking, is he not? And let's sample some of his work while we're at it:

My Peggy smiles sae kindly,
Whene'er I whisper love,
That I leuk doun on a' the toun,-
That I leuk doun upon a croun.
My Peggy smiles sae kindly,
It maks me blythe an bauld,
An naething gies me sic delyte,
As waukin o the fauld.

If Scottish old-style isn't very clear to you, he's telling you how your very smile drives him crazy. 

Sigh.

HOT dance action...

I've had a lot of requests for this guy.  And I kept thinking yeah, ok.  He's an obvious one.  I mean, sure he danced, whatever.

Then I saw this picture...

A note to the weirdos who read this thing:

I've been really surprised by all the emails I've received.  I guess you never really know how many people are reading a blog.  I figured this would be too....niche? to get more than a few readers, so thanks for reading and sending me emails.  Nice to know I'm not the only one who occasionally pines after a dead guy.

I'm keeping a master list of all your suggestions, so don't worry, you'll see your guy soon.  I'm going to try to include less well-known hot guys here and there so you'll be able to discover some new reasons for a time machine. 

Toshiro Mifune

Here's a new one to make you wish for a time machine from guest blogger jM:

The Seven Samurai. Yojimbo. Throne of Blood. When I hear the word 'samurai' there's one face that always comes to mind: Toshiro Mifune. And what a fine face it is. Often called "The John Wayne of Japan," he possessed an commanding presence on screen and a wildness in the eyes that hinted at an element of danger simmering just beneath the surface.

He was younger than me...

Australian, handsome, talented, and gone too soon. Oh Heath...

How have we not drooled over an athlete yet?

I'm such a nerd girl I guess I forgot about all the lovely athletes who have left us pining after them.  Thanks to several public and private requests, this handsome man has been brought to my attention:

Oh, Lou Gehrig. Gone too soon at the age of 37 from a truly evil disease. (I know this blog is normally for sighing and daydreams, but did you know there's still no cure for Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis?)

Oh, the dimples.  I was going to write up a blurb about what I'd do on an INNOCENT date with him (using my time machine, of course), but then I got to reading about his life and, well, I can't see for my durn blurry eyes now.  What a man. 

Go Check Your Eye Makeup After This

Beautiful Women Who Are Now Dead

Thanks to the lovely Pinky McLadybits, there is now a sister blog for you weirdos who also want to drool over dead sexy ladies who have gone to the beyond!

Go ahead, you know you want to look...

I hope I meet him in heaven...

This is my favorite picture of Mr. Peck (THOUGH I DON'T KNOW WHO THAT HORRIBLE WOMAN IS AND I WISH SHE COULD JUST NOT BE IN IT). When I think of classically handsome men, only a few spring to mind, and he's one of them. 

Hot cool hand action...

It amazes me that I haven't gotten to Paul until now. That chiseled face, those baby blues, his heart of gold. And he only got better with age. Oh, Paul. Your face launched a thousand daydreams. And still does...(I saved the best for last, as usual)...

I've got a hot Russian for ya...

I've got a friend who's got it very bad for this particular handsome dead guy. His name? Anton Chekhov. He has a strangely modern look to him, doesn't he?  He was a doctor and a celebrated writer and playwright and well....have you ever heard a handsome man speak Russian?  Your KNEES go weak.  And as a parting shot, check this out:

Rodolfo Alfonso Raffaello Piero Filiberto Guglielmi di Valentina d'Antonguolla, TI AMO!

Oh Rudy. I understand you had a thing for older women. I also understand you were quite the dancer.  I just want to warn you that, should this time machine thing work out, you're in the top five to visit first.  Be prepared.  I know I will be. 

I can't help it, I must do this....

He doesn't really give a damn, y'all.

Of course he haunted your dreams as Rhett Butler. But he could recite Shakespeare's sonnets from memory, play the piano, fix cars, and became the "King of Hollywood" despite the fact that when he first got there, he was considered as ugly as an ape.

I preferred him without a moustache and can't you see George Clooney here?

Hot Caped Action

Raise your hand if you crushed on Superman. Bonus points if you adored him in Somewhere in Time, too.  Oh, Christopher.  I hope you're flying somewhere.

A Poignant One...

This is Captain Sullivan Ballou, who fought for the Union Army during the Civil War. He was a lawyer, public servant, and dedicated family man. He's certainly not hard to look at, but his greatest appeal lies in a touching letter he wrote to his wife during the war. An excerpt--

Hot Kiss of Death Action.

I told someone I know about this blog and asked for a suggestion or two and the first person they mentioned was this guy.  I thought that was a strange choice, but here you go Mr. Husband Man, a handcuffed Richard Widmark.  Enjoy.

Hot sensual action

There are those of us who feel faint at the sight of fair skin, rosy lips, a bit of a curl at the temple, and a dreamy far-off look. For those, there is Keats.

I don't care!

LA LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I don't care. He WAS in love with Doris Day, THAT'S the truth and I don't care WHAT you say!

Lovely

“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh," he whispered.

"Yes, Piglet?"

"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw, "I just wanted to be sure of you."”


Sigh.

High school crush

Oh River. You are the first HDM who was a contemporary of mine. How I lusted after your chiseled manboy looks.

A few seconds of his long hair look...

But you were gone too soon.  

Hot Langford* Action

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun--
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky--
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow--

LANGSTON! I CAN HELP YOU!  LET'S GET COMFORTABLE FIRST!  Do you take your whiskey neat or...?

*I once accidentally called him Langford.  I was so embarrassed, I decided Langford was Langston's long-lost cousin and author of the celebrated underground work Well, I Always Liked America, So There.

Hot Romantic action, capital R please

HE walked in beauty. Oh George--those dark curls, those pouty lips, that chin, that brain (hey, we like them for more than their looks around here!). Described by contemporary women (LUCKY BITCHES) as a dangerous bad boy, I think most of us would enjoy a chance--just one chance--to tame the poet.  I mean, look, he's already in his robe!

AND big hands. Sigh....

Hot rebellion action.

This is Spartacus!  (Stop looking at him like that, they didn't have clothes back then.)  He was a slave who led a rebellion and those muscles didn't hurt, I'm sure.  But we need a better look at his face...

My goodness he looks angry.  Like he's going to glare at you before he GRABS YOU and KISSES YOU!  What?  No, I don't have a REAR shot, what do you think I am?

Hot champion action.

This is Jack Johnson, the first black heavyweight world boxing champion.  He was born in Galveston, Texas and was discovered while working on the docks in Galveston by a....um...

His boxing style was very patient...

Hey.  You aren't reading this, are you?  You're staring at his arms and wondering why he's even wearing those shorts, right?  I could be saying anything down here.  Did you hear the one about the pirate and the parakeet?  Oh nevermind, carry on.  Can't say as I blame you.

Archie

I shall go back to 1933 and lovingly wash the gunk out of his hair.  Then towel dry him.  Call him Archie!  Let him slap me!  Make out with him until HE CATCHES ON FIRE, THEN INSIST THAT HE SPANK ME.

He's always done strange things to me.

Hot general action.

I need to confess right off the bat that I have a thing for uniforms and always have.  It's cliche, I know, but there's something about all those buttons that beg to be undone one at a time.  Something about the stiffness and formality that needs...mussing.  So expect to see quite a few dashing dead guys in uniform around here.

The first time I appreciated General McClellan's beauty was while watching a Ken Burns documentary.  Of course.  I sat up straight and even blurted out how handsome he was, to which my history buff geek husband began to laugh and say, "McCLELLAN?  He wasn't that great of a general, though!"  Oh Mr. Husband Man.  I don't care about that.  Look at those EYES.  That thick hair and serious look.  Hey....is that a...soul patch?  In the 1860s?  I think it is.  Rowr.  C'mere George.  Let me loosen that...neck thing and fix you a drink.

Hello darlings.

This blog is for every geeky dreamer who ever thought "my kingdom for a time machine" so you could get it on with a guy who is now dead.

Maybe you were in World History and the teacher was showing a filmstrip (shut up, I'm old--and this isn't about me specifically anyway, so shut up again!) but your eyes drifted to a military portrait in the lower right-hand corner of page 572 and you were struck:  that aquiline nose!  Those deep-set brooding eyes!  Those ruddy cheeks!  Those LIPS.  You didn't even realize when your eyes moved down to the crotch of his dress uniform, thinking about how he probably smelled like sweat and wood smoke and despite his hard life, you thought his skin, right there, on his neck, below his ear, was probably soft AND THE LIGHTS WENT BACK UP and the filmstrip clattered to an end and you remembered with a jolt that he died in 1756.  Oh, you're DISGUSTING, a hypothetical you might have told yourself.  He's just a pile of bones!  But as you left class, books clutched to your chest, you harbored a tiny hope that perhaps the 21st century might see real progress in time travel...

Well, honey, it's 2010 and this is the closest thing we've got.  Now you can drool over all those good-looking dead guys in the open without fear of getting detention for not listening to the teacher.  The obvious and not-so-obvious, the well-known and not-so-well-known will be included.  Send your suggestions along with some text and a link to an image (as far back as we have realistic depictions, sickos) to kelliebobellie70 at gmail.com and let's get it on with some dead guys.