Category Archives: weak-kneed

I’ll be honest and say that I approached the movie From Beginning to End with some trepidation. The subject of incestuous love between brothers could easily have come off as a slice of distasteful fantasy but, having watched it, I know … Continue reading →

“Cocky little shit.” That was my first reaction when Johnny Storm sauntered into his first few scenes in the Fantastic Four movie. Now, I’ve always been a sucker for a pretty face but I know it takes more than a … Continue reading →

I had my colours done once. I can’t remember if it was by Colour Me Beautiful or not, but I still have a little plastic wallet filled with swatches of the colours that flatter me most. I wear them all … Continue reading →

Despite my preference for the emotionally-available type, I’m partial to the occasional tough-guy. When I first played Resident Evil way back in 1996, Chris Redfield didn’t register on my radar at all. Back then he was the fresh-faced member of … Continue reading →

Okay, okay, so I missed Weak-kneed Wednesday. I was too busy getting trashed on Bombay Sapphire but I did finally settle on who I wanted to blog about. I’m just doing it today… I’ve been a lifelong fan of Superman–reading … Continue reading →

I think it’s fair to say that the X-Men movies revolved almost exclusively around Wolverine until X-Men: The Last Stand. By then I’d written off Cyclops as a mildly irritating secondary character who got in the way of the Wolverine/Jean … Continue reading →

A change of pace this week. I’m not going to blog about a character that makes me go weak at the knees. Instead, I’m going to blog about a very simple act: kissing. Anyone who knows me will tell you … Continue reading →

Although I’d never judge someone by the colour of their hair–I believe judging anyone says more about you than it does about them–only 20% of my boyfriends have been blond. (That’s 1 in 5 in case you’re wondering.) So I … Continue reading →

So I had this whole thing prepared about how heart-wrenching it was to see George Lutz get possessed and try to kill his family. I even started researching the real George Lutz and all the terrible things that happened to him … Continue reading →

As a rule, much younger guys don’t really do it for me. Of my three long-term relationships, the one with the biggest age gap lasted the shortest (when we met, he was 25 and I was 33). So, I was … Continue reading →