malcolm mcdowell

i saw clockwork orange for the first time tonight. i had time to kill so i took the tape off the media center and commandeered an AV booth. i am disturbed by how sexy i find malcolm mcdowell in this film. but i'm not surprised. i always end up with sweet sensitive gentlemen, but i've always had a thing for the odd psycho. when jackie and i left the AV centre i reluctantly confessed: he was kind of..cute...
imagine my relief when she blurted out: oh he was such a sexpot in that film! (the joy of girlfriends!)
i shouldn't say this-- but hey, since i'm being honest here-- if he looked at me this way i'd have to cross my legs to keep my knickers on:

malcolm mcdowell is a panget crush. let me explain. there are men who ought to be ugly. but for some reason you find yourself squirming in your seat and biting your lower lip in gigil when you see them. willem dafoe was my first panget crush. no, i think it was david bowie in labyrinth, but i was too young to know what i was feeling... oh the torment! (i think shirley's is Snoop Dog. hehe.) when an 'ugly' man is attractive, it's the kind of hot that makes you nervous. for some reason ALL my panget crushes look (to me) like they'd be very very good in bed.
i wanted to bite that lower lip. when it was bloody i wanted to lick it.

i found this other picture of malcolm mcdowell. it's a cheeky, harmless malcolm. now i want to messy him up...ngrrrr


for those of you who came on to read something intelligent or thought-provoking, log on some other time. i'm in estrus.