That said, I think there’s something beautiful and compelling about men who are at ease with their bodies. The ones who have managed to balance the need for self preservation with a lust for life. In some ways, a man who takes pride in his appearance can be irresistible. Both George Orwell and Hugh Laurie’s Prince Regent wooed me with their words about the importance of new clothes. But the peacock is powerfully erotic, because of his confidence. James Brown of Sabotage Times wrote brilliantly about the allure of the Southern Comfort man, happy to feel the sun on his leathery skin and not concerned about his gut or greying hair because he is bien dans sa peau. To me, a heavily muscled man looks a little forced. I don’t see joy in their eyes, but effort and anxiety. You don’t wake up with giant biceps, you have to work hard for them. Very muscular men make me wonder who they’re trying to impress. I hope it’s not me, because if so, their efforts are in vain.