Robert Prosky (1930–2008)

I was relaxing at the beach this past weekend when I saw this handsome bearded silverfox sunning himself on the beach. As I gave him a once-over and with his beard and white hair, he remind me of the late character actor, Robert Prosky. Let me say I had a wonderful view at the beach that day.

Now back to what this post was really about. Prosky who had hundreds of film, TV and stage credits but to most was remembered as the crusty, but avuncular, cop Stanislaus "Stan" Jablonski on the NBC police drama “Hill Street Blues” and his performance as a desperate real estate salesman in David Mamet’s play “Glengarry Glen Ross.” I best remember him as the station owner in the Robin Williams film "Mrs Doubtfire" (1993) in which he helped me get turned on to guys with beards. Prosky, being chubby and white-haired, definitely helped. He jokingly attributed his success to his paunch and prematurely gray hair, telling the Washington Post, "This hair and this gut are the two reasons I got started as an actor. I could play men 50 when I was 30, maybe 25. I could always play the funny fat man." I also thought he was quite handsome, but a biographer once wrote that Prosky had a face that looked as though it had been sat on by someone of his own large weight. That would have been most definitely me and I can think of another thing of Prosky's that I could sit on.

Other films in which he played key roles include"Christine," “Last Action Hero,” “Hoffa,” “Far and Away” and “Mad City.” In addition, he played many recurring roles on TV, like Kirstie Alley's father on the sitcoms "Cheers" and "Veronica's Closet." The latter of which had a cute but short make-out scene with him and the maid. He was offered the roles of Coach on "Cheers" and and Martin Crane on "Fraiser," but long runs on television "sent chills down my spine," he said, because it kept him away from the stage, which took precedence. Those decisions probably reduced my wank material of him greatly.

 He could be the kind grandpa or the stern, grumpy one. Either way, he was still hot.

 Attack of the killer beards.

 Damn that's hot.

I'm trying to stop calling grown men cute but I don't have any other words to describe him. Maybe adorable. Yes, adorable.

President Franklin D. Roosevelt (32th; 1933–1945)

Franklin Delano Roosevelt, commonly known by his initials FDR, was an American statesman and political leader who served as the 32nd President of the United States. A Democrat, he won a record four elections and served from March 1933 to his death in April 1945. He was a central figure in world events during the mid-20th century, leading the United States during a time of worldwide economic depression and total war. His program for relief, recovery and reform, known as the New Deal, involved the great expansion of the role of the federal government in the economy. A dominant leader of the Democratic Party, he built the New Deal Coalition that united labor unions, big city machines, white ethnics, African Americans, and rural white Southerners. The Coalition realigned American politics after 1932, creating the Fifth Party System and defining American liberalism for the middle third of the 20th century.

With all that being said, I thought he was a handsome man and even with permanent paralysis from Polio, he was still laying bitches. This women included his homely wife, Eleanor, the trusted adviser and committed social activist; the devoted personal aide, Missy LeHand; and his great love, Lucy Mercer Rutherfurd, a beautiful and refined woman who served as a secretary to Eleanor. His wife Eleanor had an aversion to sexual intercourse, and considered it "an ordeal to be endured," they had six children, the first four in rapid succession. So Roosevelt had affairs outside his marriage, including one with Eleanor's social secretary Lucy Mercer, which began soon after she was hired in early 1914. Franklin had contemplated divorcing Eleanor, but Lucy would not agree to marry a divorced man with five children. Franklin and Eleanor remained married, and FDR promised never to see Lucy again. Eleanor never truly forgave him, and their marriage from that point on was more of a political partnership than an intimate relationship.

Franklin broke his promise to Eleanor. He and Lucy maintained a formal correspondence, and began seeing each other again in 1941, perhaps earlier. Lucy was with FDR on the day he died. Roosevelt's son Elliott said that Franklin also had a 20-year affair with his private secretary Marguerite "Missy" LeHand. Another son, James, stated that "there is a real possibility that a romantic relationship existed" between his father and Princess Märtha of Sweden, who resided in the White House during part of World War II. Aides began to refer to her at the time as "the president's girlfriend," and gossip linking the two romantically appeared in the newspapers.

Two women on the side and maybe even a princess. All while mostly being in a wheelchair. Damn he's the man. How could I not admirer FDR. But as much as I admirer the man, I could never do him. Excluding the obvious, him being dead and straight, the paralysis is a killer. I couldn't handle anything below the waist because the atrophy of legs would be a boner killer. So the only way something was going to happen between us is he's all dressed up in a suit and or his legs are covered by a blanket. I know I'm being selfish, but his thin legs creep me out a little. OK, a lot.

 Damn, FDR was a good looking man.

 His wife Eleanor considered sex an ordeal to be endured. Of course he was going to cheat on her thinking and looking like that. Mrs. Roosevelt was probably the nicest woman in the world but if she wasn't giving up the cookies. Oh well.

 I could go for a little three-way action with Churchill.

 Oh, his legs creep me the fuck out. Their just so thin.

 Mmmm... in color.