Snow!

NYC received an astounding amount of snow today -- god, the streets of Brooklyn looked so beautiful from my rooftop early this afternoon -- pristine and white, unmarred by salt and slush. Mind you, I can't think of anything particularly sexy to say about the snow. Except, um, when it was swirling down from the heavens today, New York was like... like... pointy concrete pecs frosted with a big spray of frozen angel spooge.

Wait, wait! I can do better than that! Okay, here's a sexy snow thought: You and a buddy working up a sweat with a good snowball fight (or, if the two of you are in a civic-minded mood, shoveling sidewalks for the little old lady next door), and then heading inside for some coffee and slow, leisurely frottage under a blanket. Savoring the warmth and strength of each other's bare-ass naked bodies, skin pressed against skin as, just beyond the window, the snow drifts down.