Since my last post on men’s fashion was received with such unbelievable applause and praise — holding for laughter at my sarcastic whine…nobody reads this shit — let’s forge on, shall we?

I own all these pieces, I think I will wear it sometime next week. The children I work with now don’t seem to appreciate fashion the way the others did and that makes me awfully sad.

I need a sugar daddy to buy me these shoes right now. Ben can’t quite afford things like this at the moment.

I would like to own a blazer like this. I have one, but its from the 70s, smells of mothballs, and needs severely tailored before it can dream of hanging from my shoulders again. I imagine I’d wear this to a Memorial Day party at Skylands with Martha and her posse.

I’d very much like to have this tattoo. I don’t have any tattoos as of yet, but I plan on remedying that this summer. I’ve picked it out, just need to go and do it. It was scheduled to happen during Spring Break, but then I had to evacuate the state temporarily in fear of going mad.

These pants…I need them in my life.

Nice clothes and all, but let’s look at that woodwork! Loves it!

I also own all these pieces! I’m thinking Christmas in Villefranche-sur-Mer or perhaps somewhere in Italy?

This is my favorite male model, Marlon Teixeira. I want his career, his body, and his hair.

He looks like he’s doing the dishes. I never look this sedate while I’m doing so — I’m usually mumbling vicious profanities and whining about my tragic existence.

So many layers.

I’m pretty sure I’ve worn an exact replica of this outfit before. I have pants just like those and they are my absolute favorite.

Sports…not my thing, but he has nice shoes.

PLEASE BE MY LIFE!

I always wished I had chest hair. Never did happen.

This sweater is so much yes. Who made it, where can I buy it, how soon can it arrive?

I love ties, but I hate to wear them. I never can tie them properly and always feel I look a fool.

Stay tuned for the next exciting installment (HA!)