
Nikola Tesla. Inventor. Engineer. Stone cold fox.
Hey girl. I’m feeling a lot of electromagnetism between us. You want to come upstairs and transfer some wireless energy with me?
(Thanks to Terri for the submission.)
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Nikola Tesla. Inventor. Engineer. Stone cold fox.
Hey girl. I’m feeling a lot of electromagnetism between us. You want to come upstairs and transfer some wireless energy with me?
(Thanks to Terri for the submission.)

Our Submitter Erin says:
Honestly, one of the best-looking presidents that America has ever had, not to mention the outstanding work he had accomplished during his presidency. He may not be one of the most conventionally beautiful males around, but he sure was a looker!
Look at him chop that wood!
And you know, I’m inclined to agree. I’ve always been a sucker for tall guys, beards, and acknowledgment of moral ambiguity.
The linked blog is like this blog, but on Blogger and possibly better! Enjoy.
(I’m working on an update, I promise.)
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The handsome young man is a young Robert E. Lee.
So, way back in 1861, my buddy Abe Lincoln was like, “Yo Robbie. You wanna control the whole entire Union Army even though you’re from Virginia which is leaning towards not being in the Union anymore? You’re just such an awesome army dude, I think you’d do a good job.” And Robert E. Lee was like, “no,” and fought for the Confederacy even though he disagreed with secession purely out of loyalty to his state.
Forget wanting to tap that, I want to marry that! If he showed that kind of loyalty to his state, I’m pretty sure he’d be awesome at committed relationships. (But I also would like to tap that.)
Fun Facts:
He married George Washington’s Step-Great-Granddaughter.
He and Ulysses S. Grant were tight during the Mexican-American War.
His estate is what is now Arlington National Cemetery.
Thank you! But I am a terrible blogmaster. I will work on posting more, but I’m just really really bad at that. I’m extremely busy, you know. Watching Project Runway and eating bagels is a full-time job. To counteract the ego-boost above, he is some criticism I received:
Also, your sexual innuendos are really disgusting and disrespectful. It’s fun scrolling through your blog because it’s a nice novelty to discover that there were people from our history books that were actually physically attractive, but in terms of the uncalled for sexually explicitness, it just really puts me off and I’m sure other people that stumble upon your site feel the same way. They’re like dirty jokes a recently sexually-awakened 7th grade boy would say. Not very classy.
Usually that would make me cry, because I care too much what people on the internet say to me. But for some reason I am not too bothered this time! No hard feelings on my end.
I am aware they are the jokes of a 7th grade boy. I have the sexual maturity of a 7th grade boy. I’m sorry that you feel that way, but this blog is, by nature, ridiculous and inappropriate. It is not Fuck Yeah Historical Attractive People, it is Fuck Yeah Historical Hotties. That should be a bit of a tip off. That is not a word mature people use when they are being all mature and stuff. I am glad you enjoy the pictures, and thank you for your submission! I’ll try to post it at some point.

Dylan Thomas, a Welsh poet who wrote poetry that was not in Welsh. Copious drinker, young genius, radio performer. I like his style. Both personal style (that ascot! dayum!) and writing style:
“Do not go gentle into that good night.” Well, Mr. Thomas. I do have another idea of what you can go gentle into…
WOW! That’s really nice of you, and I appreciate your firm morals in not nominating inaccurately. But let’s take a look, shall we?
I would like to draw your attention to the definition of the word recount. According to my dashboard widget, it means “to tell someone about something.”
Look, I may not tell you a whole lot of “facts” or “dates” or use “reputable sources.” It’s mostly just innuendos. But I do certainly tell someone (you) about something (the important information that some historical people were hot).
So I would be honored to be nominated in the Historical category. (For the history purists out there, might you consider the Humor category?) And I will try to send some sexy ghosts your way in lieu of a thank you note.
Jack. Fucking. Johnson. As a truly magnificent boxer, he mashed men’s brains in on a regular basis. And I don’t know about you, but I am kind of turned on by mashed brains.
He also had a certain determination that I find quite attractive. He became the first African-American World Heavyweight Boxing Champion after following the current champion around the world for two years and harassing him in front of the press. Two years? That’s my kind of stamina. I’d like Jack Johnson to whip the Great White Hope with me for 15 rounds, if you know what I mean.
The famous John Brown, friend of Queen Victoria. He was a handsome scots man *0*
Not really my type (not digging the chin beard), but I understand the allure. I mean, come on, what do you think he’s hiding with that very large fur? Plus I could totally see wrapping myself in that gargantuan plaid shawl thing for a little post-coital cuddling.
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Currently writing an essay on poetry written by veterans of The Great War, so here’s some Wilfred Owen. As you can see, he was fine. Enjoy.
As it is, part of my English A-level syllabus tackles about twenty-two of Owen’s war poems. Joy.
I’d like him to Dulce my Decorum Est, if you know what I mean.
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