So much HAND PORN YISSSSSSSS, so much sexual frustrations. SADS. The full GQ Style Spread.


For the love of my loins, the perv that was the Photographer surely has a thing for his hands. Or someone that is like minded as I am wanted tis hand porn badly because so much beautiful Alexander Skarsgård Hand porn so much. Christ, if you didn’t know I LOVES those hands of his IN LOVE they are beautiful and huge and soft and I am depressing myself right now typing about them. Mother of my loins. Let me be in your embrace that will be enforced by those HANDS!!! JIZZ

 CHRIST!!! MY IMPULSE TO MOLEST TIS PIC IS GREAT!!!CHRIST THOSE BICEPS THO, (licks screen, no cares)  HIS FACE. Fuck,  That shirt is really tight and I LOVE it so much things popping out. He is so fucking good looking and he really needs to give me the  everyday, weekly, life pleasure because I can assure him that there will be no break or safe word. (I just don’t know if I would stop or want to stop, so much want, I would put people and persons that need me on a week break and tell everyone that for a week at least I would be fine but but out of commission to anyone and everyone except him) Just continuous everything until we both pass out from bliss. Okay in the first year or so.

 why must you combine hands next to lips. Christ why much you tease me on screen so badly, I would rather you try tease me in the flesh.(noted I said try, I am much more convincing in the flesh, he is not the only one that can lure)

 his GQ spread always take me to places/feels I should not be going to online

Oh there is like an interview and stuff with words and everything. I took my ass a while to function my eyes and brain to reading text. So here you go.

The article: 

GQ Style Australia, September 2012
Words by Mickey Rapkin

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This issue, we sit down with cover star Alexander Skarsgård, Sweden’s coolest export, and we meet über designer Marc Jacobs, the man behind Louis Vuitton’s inspired collaborations with some of the world’s coolest artists. Next up, we take a trip back to the ‘70s with David Bowie to see how a fashion icon was made, and Scott Schuman, the street-style snapper behind The Sartorialist, explains how he rose to become one of fashion’s most influential figures. Plus, we travel to Europe to deliver all the latest, greatest trends straight from the catwalk to you. It’s that fascinating blend of fashion and features that you’ve come to expect from GQStyle. Don’t miss it.

Alexander Skarsgård

These days he might be best known as the star of smash-hit TV series True Blood, but acting wasn’t always the likely career path for this edition’s cover star Alexander Skarsgård – far from it. We catch the stylish Swede in a rare moment of downtime to talk Hollywood, indie flicks and how he went from life as an elite navy commando to playing the world’s coolest 1000-year-old vampire. As you might expect from the son of Scandinavian film royalty, it turns out we’re going to be seeing a lot more of Skarsgård on the big screen. And we can’t wait.

“This was supposed to be my day off.”
That’s Alexander Skarsgård speaking. And while we respect his need to unplug, it’s hard to sympathise with the guy given that he’s staring at himself in the mirror (to be honest I stare at him all the time so it’s only fair that he check himself out too) has a gorgeous woman massages his bronzed arms with moisturiser. (He lives a very rough life apparently, extreme torture, poor bastard, PS how does one gets a job a moisturizer, granted I don’t see myself moisturizing any and everyone) Things could be worse.
This is kind of what Skarsgård’s life is like these days — mostly work, a little bit of play.(He can come to my playhouse anytime he likes my door and… is always open) In the last month (in no particular order) he’s been named the face of Encounter, Calvin Klein’s latest cologne that’s available here October 28, wrapped production on the fifth season of True Blood, taken a 13-hour flight to Sweden to visit family (DUDE you can come visit me too, it’s on his way COME VISIT ME!!!) — for the weekend — and prepped for his next project, Hidden, a thriller set almost entirely in an underground bunker. If Hollywood’s welcomed him with open arms and thick pay-cheques it’s for good reason. Skarsgård, 36, is that rare thing: a walking Ken doll (yisss sometimes his beautiful is very surreal looking but he does have more to offer than his gorgeous face and fit fine, I want to climb on his all night body) with the chops to impress art-house directors like Lars von Trier, but also the Alpha Male presence needed to float action flicks like Battleship (for the record, more watchable than you’ve heard).

Excitement levels are so high that at a recent appearance at Comic-Con, the annual confab for sci-fi geeks held in southern California, presidential-grade security measures were needed to protect Skarsgård and the rest of his undead cast. “There was a motorcade from the hotel in through the garage and up into the building,” he says. Some 5000 fans waited inside. What did it sound like when he stepped out on that stage?
“Deafening,” says Skarsgård, smiling.

And to think there was a time when he didn’t want this life.

In a roundabout way, Alexander Skarsgård was born into the business. The son of Stellan Skarsgård, the noted Swedish actor (great in everything from Mamma Mia! to The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo), he was Hollywood by way of south Stockholm. “Most of my dad’s friends were actors, directors, artists, musicians,” he says, and he was raised in a bohemian paradise of late nights, exceptional food and adult conversation. “It was artistic and lovely,” he adds. (you have to tell me about it sometimes and other things that you have experience, lets talk while we snuggle, sounds like a plan lets make it a date)At age 13, one of those friends cast him in a home-grown TV production, The Dog That Smiles, which made Skarsgård an overnight star. The experience of being recognised on the streets was curious, if also deeply unsettling, and sent him running in the opposite direction. It would be seven years before he stepped in front of a camera again, choosing instead to shave his head and enlist in the Swedish navy.

“I went all-in,” Skarsgård says of his military experience. “I needed the contrast.” If you’re envisioning a pampered tour of duty (barracks furnished by Ikea, perhaps?) guess again. He worked in a counterintelligence group and recalls a particularly harrowing exercise. “We were out in the woods in the middle of the winter for 10 days. We didn’t really have any food or any sleep. It got to a point where people started to hallucinate and, you know, talk to their weapons. And cry.” The six-foot-four actor takes a beat to ruminate on the fear that coursed through his veins. “There was a moment where you’re, like, ‘I’m gonna die in five minutes.’” (hahaha)

Skarsgård, a sergeant, was charged with motivating his men — while desperately trying to keep it together himself. (It turns out that steely calm he displays on True Blood was hard earned.) The adventure was an initiation as much as it was a hazing. “If you survive,” he explains, “you’re a part of this community. It’s a big deal.”

It was also unrelenting. “We were freezing cold and so tired and hungry. We came back to the barracks after 10 days and the captain said, ‘Now you’re gonna go out and run 20 miles [32 km] — with your backpacks.’ People ****ing lost it.” Bone-tired and angry, Skarsgård and his men sucked it up and set out nonetheless. “We thought we’d be out there for another 24 hours,” he says. Instead, only two or three miles into the woods, their captain revealed his ruse. They were awarded with the hats from their new military uniforms and welcomed into the fold. “People were dancing back to the barracks,” he recalls.
That extreme deprivation was not insignificant. What he discovered, in a profound, deeply atavistic sense, was how to be a man. “You learn there’s actually a reserve,” he says. “There’s more you can take.” (tis is very true, I have had experiences like that where you think you can’t be you can and you do it or make it it is life changing)
The lesson would serve Skarsgård well in Hollywood, a town fuelled by rejection and disappointment. While his father never pushed him to act, it was in his blood.

After 18 months in the service, Alexander made his way to New York and enrolled in a university acting class. The course lasted just six months, but it affirmed his desire to give acting a proper shot. He wouldn’t let his career peak at the age of 13.

Good roles came in Sweden while he made do with whatever Hollywood offered up — notably, a part as Meekus, a dim-witted male model in Ben Stiller’s Zoolander. (Memorable line: “Like, ex-squeeze me, but have you ever heard of styling gel?”) Still, the cameo was enough encouragement for him to move to Los Angeles. Once again, it was time to go “all-in”.

Source: http://www.gq.com.au/

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