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A female friend (I can't remember who) and I once talked about how we didn't understand the male fascination with girl-on-girl action. If I recall accurately, my friend said, "It's not as if we get all excited when two guys start making out." At the time of our conversation, I agreed with her statement. Now, I'm not so sure anymore.

I suppose the turning point for me was Brokeback Mountain. When Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal came together in one of the most dramatic liplocks in cinema history, I was surprised and impressed by the convincing intensity of their kiss... and really turned on. There was just so much... sizzle onscreen that I couldn't help but get caught up in it. The fact that it's two guys getting it on makes little difference... or perhaps it does make a difference, in that it's even sexier because it's twice as much eye candy, twice the amount of testosterone.

Two other notable guy-on-guy smooches that come to mind are Diego Luna and Gael Garcia Bernal in Y Tu Mama Tambien (talk about Latino heat!), and the unlikely combination of Liam Neeson and Peter Sarsgaard in Kinsey (I really dig Peter Sarsgaard-- think cuter, younger John Malkovich; ever since Jarhead, he's been on my Hollywood hottie radar). But one pair I have yet to see-- and definitely want to see-- having at it are Ewan McGregor and Jonathan Rhys-Meyers in Velvet Goldmine. When Obi-wan Kenobi and Elvis get it on, it's bound to generate some serious voltage. Anyone have the DVD? ;p