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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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Phineas Gage is a darling of neuropsychology. He’s famous because he was working on the railroad in 1848 when there was a huge explosion and a giant tamping rod shot through the side of his head and stuck out the other end and literally pulverized his frontal lobe, and he SURVIVED. For TWELVE MORE YEARS. That’s incredible. And what’s even more incredible is how hot he remained after the accident. Double damn.
Personally, I am liking the wolfish hair and full lips in J. M. W.’s self portrait here. But he may just have been flattering himself? Still, it’d take a lot of flattering to make this out of some ugly guy. So I’ll give him a definitely doable.
William “Blackie” Zupkoski
The self proclaimed “Toughest Man in Philadelphia”, who is so tough he doesn’t have a Wikipedia page, Zupkoski was sentenced to 70-140 years at Eastern State for over 40 counts of armed robbery. He was apprehended in 1927 following a shoot out with police in a local hospital. While at Eastern State Blackie continued his troublemaking ways. For example, he stabbed a man to death while in prison. In 1929. When the stock market collapsed. Coincidence? I think not.
Regardless, I totally wanna tap that. He looks so rakishly charming. Stabbing inmates, robbing banks, ripping off your clothes and pleasuring you like you’ve never been pleasured before, all in a days work. Just doing my job, ma’am.
And Zupkoski? Name like that, it makes you wonder what else he can do with his tongue. You know? Yeah, you know.
J. Robert Oppenheimer, the most attractive scientist I’ve ever seen.
Not only did he apparently smoke a cigarette while looking at random photographers like he could make them moan with just the lustful intensity of his gaze, he was also a total badass. He went to Harvard, and then he went to Cambridge, where he doused an apple in toxic chemicals and left it on a desk for his lab tutor to munch on, and presumably die from. His tutor didn’t die (evidently not a fan of apples), but Jesus Christ. Talk about a bad boy. And then he like, invented the nuclear bomb and shit. I bet he could split your atoms all night. If you know what I mean. You’d be working with the force of nuclear explosions between the sheets.
The 20-year-old Johannes Brahms.
Mmmmmmmm. He played piano from a young age, and cello. He probably played piano in brothels in his teens. (That’s hot.) The story’s been disputed, but I choose to believe it. Also, he said that he would have given anything to have written Strauss’s Blue Danube waltz. And then they were BFFs for life. Can you say adorbs?? Anyway, if you’re listening, Brahmy Boy, I’ll Double your Concerto in A Minor anytime.
This is Henri III, King of France. All sorts of debonair.
His mom called him “Chers Yeux,” which is both deeply disturbing and strangely erotic. And nine, he was all cute and rebellious and decided he was a Protestant. His parents were pissed. Also, everyone thought he was gay, because he didn’t like war and hunting (Say it with me: “Awwwwww!”), but he probably wasn’t maybe. Who knows. Spot The Gay World Ruler is every historian’s favorite game. He probably liked women too, at least. But best of all, he just loved silly hats.
Henry Brougham, 1st Baron Brougham
Hot. Damn. I didn’t know people this attractive legitimately existed in the past. I don’t usually consider myself to be particularly promiscuous with strangers, or a necrophiliac, but my GOD, I would tap that in a heartbeat. For reals. I mean, not his dead body for reals. But if I had a time machine for reals.
Henry Brougham was Lord Chancellor of the UK, and he was one of the clients of Harriette Wilson, notorious Regency hooker. He also designed the Brougham, the carriage mentioned in many a Jane Austen fan fiction that somehow got published.
Alger Hiss was…. a badass with a pipe. He may or may not have hidden some film in a pumpkin? I don’t think that’s the best place to hide film, but whatevs. I’m pretty sure he didn’t do it, though. I’m going to read some books and get back to you on this fascinating (and sexy) man, but for now- he took on HUAC like a badass motherfucker.
