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Fall Means Fur

Now, who doesn’t love a hairy chest? It is a thing of splendor; like a warm puppy with which to cuddle. Okay… so my cover is blown, I dig men with fur. You too?? Yay!! Then watch these video picks, starring some super fine and (best of all) furry guys.

โ€ข The Opposite of Sex (1998, Dir. Don Roos)–When a 16-year-old
tramp (Christina Ricci) shows up on her brother’s doorstep, little does he know
she is the devil in a tight red dress, with sights set on seducing his gay lover,
Ivan Sergei (whose long sinewy body just happens to be lovingly accented with
long wisps of dark, luscious hair). Thank god he has the decency, unlike many
a young star, not to shave his beautiful chest. Go hair!! Although Sergei is
not the star of this fine indie flick, his poolside scenes with Ricci make him
a standout in the ensemble cast, also featuring Lisa Kudrow, Martin Donovan,
Lyle Lovett, and Johnny Galecki.

โ€ข The Living End (1992, Dir. Gregg Araki)–This flick
rocked my friggin’ world when it was released. Two HIV-positive gents, Luke
(Mike Dytri) and Jon (Craig Gilmore)–no biblical symbolism, I’m sure–meet
up and decide to go on a rampage by robbing banks, having public sex, and living
by their new motto, “Fuck the World.” Jon just also happens to have one of those
dark and downy pelts that drives me totally cuckoo! This film is sort of anti-Philadelphia,
tackling AIDS head on with no crying, no remorse, no pussy-footing, and NO TOM
HANKS!!!!!

โ€ข The Bedroom Window (1987, Dir. Curtis Hanson)–Terry
(Steve Guttenburg) whose chest hair is used almost like body paint to outline
his chiseled muscles, is having an affair with an exotic French woman (Isabelle
Huppert), who just happens to be the wife of his boss. Ooops! One night, during
one of her visits to Terry’s apartment, Huppert witnesses a rape outside the
bedroom window. But of course she can’t report it, because their affair would
be exposed. So nice guy Terry steps in and calls the cops to say he witnessed
the attack. Director Curtis Hanson (L.A. Confidential) gives many nods
to Hitchcock and spins a nifty, hairy-chested little thriller.

So, boys, if you got it (hair, that is)–flaunt it!