Titian. Red Blond. Ginger. Strawberry Blond.
Orange Red. Auburn. Copper Blond. Burnt Orange.
Redheads may come in a variety of shades, but we’ll never mistake that for being prosaic. Only an estimated one to two percent of the earth’s population can say they boast natural red tresses. Scarcity breeds a fetishistic cred.
That’s why we love our Copper Tops.
Running your fingers through a fiery red brush cut. Clasping rippling porcelain flesh. Beholding a golden red trim line south of the navel (now forever known as the Fire Crotch). Having a pair of glacial blue eyes gaze up at you … or down at you … or back at you with wild carnal abandon. These are the few moments in life that can truly be called rapturous.
Though it’s often bemoaned that women are the ones typed by hair color in popular movies, literature and culture at large, men are ultimately just as branded by their locks. Brunets are sultry and intense, while blonds are vivacious and doe-eyed ingenues. Just a passing glance through the last bastion of every hoary pulp convention — the daytime soap — will suffice to evince that maxims are deathless.
But redheads? They’re the wild cards that break from the pack and run the gamut. Down through the epochs they’ve been cast as firecrackers with blazing tempers, fearless and brazen non-conformists, comical rogues, formidable heroes, deviant tricksters and tarty jesters.
In the dreary Middle Ages, red hair was beheld as a dead giveaway for all manner of witchery and sexual debauchery, sadly sending many a Titian-haired accused to the dreaded grip of the gallows or the cruel flames of the stake. In the Muslim world, it’s prized above any other hue, deemed nearest to the Divine.
If there’s one stereotype that’s endured longer than any other, it’s the image of redheads as libidinous, sexually aggressive and just plain hot as hell. Perversely, it’s that very same assumption that simultaneously frustrates and empowers the Redhead Community. As much as it may tire of the line, even it’ll admit not only a certain pride in the cliche but a terrible disappointment were it to ever to fall wholly by the wayside.
There’s a grain of truth — or, shudder to think, wish fulfillment — in every hackneyed axiom. Sure, Opie and Richie Cunningham are model citizens, but who’d want to be without rugged, insatiable power-bottom Will Clark or the deliciously versatile Blu Kennedy — perhaps the only gingers of note to attain superstar status in gay porn?
As is the case with any rebel set worth their salt, what at first marginalizes them ultimately becomes an oppositional badge of honor, the very thing that gives them their mystique.
Still, though Reds may have the greatest character range, even their own ranks will admit that theirs is the toughest look to pull off. Stubble and a good hair cut can push a passable-looking brunet up a few rungs on the Ladder of Babeness. A good physique can mediate for a blond with an unspectacular face.
Somewhere it’s written in stone that redheaded men are either jaw-droppingly gorgeous or utterly wince-inducing with nary any mitigation in between. Their female counterparts have it easier, leaving the male of the species to tread a perilous path from the moment of conception. Luck out and you get stunning red blond Robert Redford. Roll snake eyes and you end up with the garish tangerine horrors that are Carrot Top, Danny Bonaduce or David Caruso.
Yes, the heartbreak of traumatic Redheadism can send you on a lifelong down spiral that will lead to a career in prop comedy, booze-soaked celebrity train-wreck demi-fame or hubristic career suicide marred by sunglasses-reliant acting.
Though Hollywood may have yet to headline a bankable redheaded leading man, there are candidates waiting in the wings. Life’s Welsh-born Damien Lewis is stately and suave enough to essay James Bond.
Zack Ward with his mile-high cheekbones and tight little body has been lurking on the cusp for some years now.
The Soup’s auburn-haired sex machine Joel McHale is an alloy of class clown and strapping stud. Michael C. Hall of Dexter portrays a psychopath so concurrently blithe and seething that we can’t bear the thought he’d ever be apprehended, much less normalized. Then there’s actor Dash Mihok and Queens of the Stone Age front man Josh Homme (who we feature on Nightcharm whenever possible) — two men so square-cut and rugged that they should be receiving years of retroactive back pay for every rod they’ve generated.
For redheads and their admirers, now may be the time to worry. A much-publicized UK-based study predicts the red hair gene is in retrograde and likely to be driven into extinction within the next hundred years. It seems the recessive trait may have become diluted over time due to global population shifts and the dominance of the brunet gene in the mates of red carriers. Natch, the science is still out, with some giving the idea credence and others dismissing it as utter quackery.
Any way you slice it, our Copper Tops are too precious to even chance that they might join the ranks of the Quagga, Pygmy Mammoth and the Broad-Faced Potoroo. Russia’s recent “Day of Procreation” held to fend off its progressive population loss is the model solution. Paid vacations, financial incentives and prize giveaways are exigent to ensure that the Vermilion — like the imperiled but determined cottontails of Watership Down — not only survive but thrive for a promising tomorrow. Let there be rampant, wanton propagating in the name of Crimson Pride.
Whatever it takes to put the Red back in the Black.
Thanks for reminding me of Dash Mihok. He instigated one of my very first gay crushes as a teenager when I saw him in “Romeo + Juliet”. He really does deserves a higher ranking in Hollywood.
You forgot Alan Tudyk, sexy, silly, hotter than hell.
Wot in A Knight’s Tale
Wash in Firefly and Serenity
Check him out on the internet movie database if you don’t know who I’m talking about.
I agree that some faces are uniquely framed by red tresses. But too often, the accompanying skin is pasty and pale looking — on the verge of sickly. The worst is flaming red pubes, but maybe I’m alone in my red phobia.
Red is want I want to BED!
And contrary to alaimo, their porcelain-like skin is a double delight to contrast that glorious color up top (and at the crotch).
It’s sad to consider that the red gene might be extinct someday, but thankfully I will be long gone from this earth, taking only the richest, hottest memories with me of my red headed coterie of boy toys.
Double plus good!
The fun thing about real copper tops is the extra bonus of freckles. I always make a point to trace their freckles with my tongue until they scream.
Prince Harry is my favourite but Rusty Samuels’s fire crotch does it for me perfectly: (link)
Hey! Thanks for putting Alan’s picture in my post! That made me very happy.
has anybody got some hot pics of Prince Harry? The royals are so discrete - I can’t find any anywhere . . . shirtless maybe?? mmmmmm.
Happy New Year from the Low Countries!
Craig
I have sort-of red hair (it got darker as I got older so I call it auburn or just brown) and nobody ever refered to it as “hot;” my understanding is that if you are a readhead, then you don’t want to marry another redhead because then your kids would have to live through that. I was thankful to not have pale skin (at least not more pale than a blonde person) or freckles, but there was never anything I wanted to change more than my redish hair. I got taunted for it constantly. I don’t know many redheads who grew up without some shame associated with hair color.
I’m one of those red-headed guys who are mosiacs; the head hair is sort of auburn, but my beard comes in much redder, with a few occasional strands of very dark brown. Body hair ranges from blonde (on my arms) to near black; on my stomach the thin streak of hair is darkest of all, so if anyone accused me of being a “fire crotch” I could just lift up my shirt and show them wrong. I think a mixture of colors is pretty common among readheads who fall short of being “ginger kids.”
Anyway, thanks for putting a different spin on a little-appreciated condition.
I don’t get what’s up with Carrot Top lately. It looks like he’s having estrogen injections for a sex change and shooting some serious testosterone at the same time. It’s like one just cancels out the other. Weird.
The other guys are all babes. Especially Joel, Dash and Mike Hall.
Topless Prince Harry here: (link)
I must say, i would personally love to see a fire crotch, I’m getting tired of seeing black hair every time I go down on someone. And I must say, even though there would be a very very very heavy amount of shame afterwards, I would totally bottom for carrot top if he had a bag over his head. Something about a buff redhead just lights the flame in me
Redheads are number one in my book. The hair color, the porcelain skin, the freckles, the usual blue/green eyes are a recipe for beauty and heat to me. One guy not noted here is Mark Kroner, a porn star, who is a super-hot redhead with a beautiful coat of fire-hair on his body and a slab of meat to be proud of swinging down below. Viva la Redheads!
If opposites attract, maybe that’s the reason redheads aren’t so popular. What’s the opposite of red?
Another observation: redheads are universally ticklish, and extremely so. Getting a grin, a giggle, or an eruption of laughter is as easy as a quick and cunning brush of the fingertips over that fine, fair skin.
Someone once told me that in Quebec, redheads are said to even have a certain skin smell particular only to them. In French it’s called “la fauve”, which means—and a lot of you guys are going to love this—”the beast” or “the animal”.
I once rented a room when I was in undergrad in a house with some other students, one of whom it turned out was quite interested in me, but whose signals I stupidly kept missing. “Marcel” was a strapping tall guy too, with a bright smile, very piercing light-blue eyes, skin that was more ruddy than porcelain, and a head of dark red hair. I’m actually not into redheads in general, but looking back I have to admit that even I can say that “Marcel” was attractive. One day, we were talking in the kitchen alone (I think he’d had a little something to drink), when for some reason we got to talking about hair color. He pointed out how strange it was that the hair on his head was so dark, but elsewhere on his body it was of a different color. And suddenly, to prove it to me, he pulled down the front of his jeans and briefs to show me his bright orange bush: “Here, can you see this?” I stood frozen and startled. Then after he’d pulled his clothing back up, he thought for a second and said, “Oh, yeah, it’s actually the same color as my sideburns; I could have just pointed to those.” What a flirt…
When it makes nasty with the red, my heart sing.
I am going to declare myself coo-koo for carrot tops. Red pubes make for double the fun. My father’s family has the recessive red gene which shows up blended with blonde and dark brown in my beard if I let it grow out. Coppery redheads have popped up with a newer generation of nephews, nieces, and cousins who seem to be staying red as they go through their teens. So this feature will be around for the foreseeable future.
fenomanalogy should be writing for this site…what an engaging tale! thanks. and put me down for red fever; i just wish there were more of them on the planet.
I’ve seen built, strawberry blond Scots who’ve made my knees wobble.
I normally think sex works best with only two people, but if Dash Mihok and Joel McHale just had to work as duo, I’d be willing to rethink that stance.
What good memories looking down at a auburn red moustache wrapped
around my piece and enjoying it.
The feel of the sailors jumper rubbing against my nude body!
fenomanalogy, I think you have something with the redhead aroma. I went down on a red-headed cyclist a couple of years ago. Although he’d been out toodling around on his bike for a couple of hours before our encounter, he didn’t smell skanky or “over-exercised”…he smelled great! One drawback of redheads is that they tend toward less thick hair, so his natural bush wasn’t all that thick (it might’ve had something to do with cycling a lot and wearing those tight spandex shorts), but geez Louise! did he look good! and smell good! and taste wonderful (both cock and cum).
I still get tingly thinking about that crotch…
Plenty of lies in your article. In Islam, red haired are considered close to the divine? BS galore…Print something true for a change.
Many Middle Eastern cultures throughout history have used Henna to dye their locks or to decorate their bodies.
Sammy, doll, site your source if you’re going to challenge. Don’t just drop a challenge of truth like that and wander off like it means anything.
I’ve not always been proud to be a redhead.
I think most of us go through this phase where we have a love/hate affair with it(I even tried jet black women’s dye to no avail once).
But there’s something about my broad, freckled shoulders ( a nice complementary tan color) and slight wavy burnt orange hair that sent my first bf into a frenzy.
That being said; I’m proud to be your red riding bed.
PS: I hope to be on the list of famous redheads someday.
So we’ll see then, won’t we?
PS: Jerry’s right. We are ticklish. Insanely so.
Makes some of the best foreplay around
Simon Pegg anyone?
Simon Pegg — YES PLEASE! And while you’re at it, put me down for redheadmania. It’s not just the eautiful coppery tresses (I quite like a light sandy red myself) but the porcelain skin *totally* does it for me.
Not sure about the smell, but a friend of mine also pointed out that redheads smell different. Must do a survey… all of you gorgeous carrot tops, please feel free to drop me a line. ];-)
Good call, Daniel. I can’t imagine why I didn’t think of him as well.
I think Karen from Will and Grace said it best to Eric Stoltz:
“I usually think red heads are hideous but for you I might change my mind.”
Screaming purple weenies and yellow butt holes are not a turn on for lots people but everyone has to get their own freak on.
Screaming…purple…weenies….What a way to put it…
And also, not a bad name for a band.
I’m a redhead, and I can tell you that it’s a big drag when you’re a kid. EVERY little old lady asks “Where did you get your red hair?,” while every kid on the block (and at that age, they’re the ones that matter) comes up with an obnoxious, insulting nickname. I wanted brown hair, and to be like everyone else, in the worst way. But now that I’m an adult, I’m definitely glad that I’m unique. I’m also lucky to have one Mediterranean parent, so I’ve got brown eyes and tan skin, along with the red hair from the Irish side of the family.
Adam, you are so hot and I want to fuck you, even though I am not red, but auburn in the right places. I’m glad you are unique. Aren’t we all? I wish for a Mediterranean parent, and even more so wish for your brown eyes and tan skin. Love you! An Irishman born in California with auburn hair and pubes.
Thanks for reminding me about the gorgeous of us few and far between redheads. Unfortunately it seems that a lot of us are either very gorgeous or very not (with only a few exceptions between, and have either huge cocks or tiny.
And, I beg to differ about the purple weenies and such. Not all redheads have what I have more commonly heard as “angry purple cock”. Check out my website to see my exhibit A.
Hey Uroskin! Thanks for the pic of Prince Harry! Too bad that ugly guy is standing in front of him. He’s really hot, making his tits more sesnsitive and all.
What an honor to be included in the company of some seriously fine redheaded men. As with most redheads, I spent my childhood enduring “Woody Woodpecker” and “Opie Cunningham” remarks but as the song goes, ‘what makes you different, makes you special’. I was told when I started doing gay porn that I would never make it. Falcon wouldn’t hire me and one of the big reasons was because I am a redhead and Chuck Holmes (a redhead himself reportedly) didn’t think we looked good in porn. I guess I had to work a little harder but it was worth it. I now I really love having red or rather strawberry blonde hair. It’s fading as I slide into my mid 40s although the bush is still fire engine red.
Thanks guys for giving me a smile… and oh yeah, I’m even a minority in a minority.. I don’t have blue or green eyes like most redheads, mine are dark brown… 
Glen Hansard, please. See the movie ONCE.
I’ve been crazy for redheads since as long as I can remember. I had an insane crush on a flaming red-headed neighbour down the street when I was 9! In the end, I married one. We’ve been together 18 years and I still cannot get enough of his burning bush, strawberry hair and smooth porcelain skin. I’ve been begging for him to let the thick red facial hair grow out for years. I’ve always wanted to be a redhead, to be truly unique. Most of the redheads I new were intense, passionate, if a little intimidating people. Instead, I grew up with a head of golden yellow locks. Blondie was my nick name in school. When I went to college, people used to make jokes about my being a “such a blond”. It took me 4 years to figure out what they meant…
Nice to hear from Will Clark. He epitomizes the ultimate sexual passion of the fiery redhead!
But let us not forget another copper top who has taken the public by storm…NFL QB Brett Favre!
I’m a redhead lol. Redhead are gonna be extinct? WOW, I’m glad to be what I am then! ^_^ Unlike most redheads I have NO freckles! (which is pretty weird) and brown-yellow eyes. Too bad red hair doesn’t last forever. I dread the days when my hair turns grey and white!
Better take lots of pictures! :O
My penis doesn’t get purple! (Or does it? I haven’t recently checked.) And I don’t tend to find other redheads attractive for some reason… Except maybe SEXAY Joel McHale.
Ah yes, who doesn’t love the young Royal stud from Britain. I love diversity, redheads and blonds are my top priorities in hunting down guys.
Oh, but you neglected to mention the hottest of hot hot redheads (sorry Zack Ward, but you are still in my top 5)… David Wenham. He’s absolutely the “it”. Even his 5 o’clock “shadow” is on fire! Wowsers.
I have been obsessed with redheads for most of my life (especially those with blue or green eyes). The beautiful fair skin, freckles or no freckles, the fire crotch, and most importantly: the pheromones. Redheads DO smell differently and once I get a whiff of them, I get rock hard in about .25 seconds! I am dark blond with blue eyes and I have been very lucky snagging some redhead guys (thank g*d!).
Long live the redheads…
Redheads are not who usually yank my chain, but there was one at TPA on Feb. 3 who made me drool. Tall, maybe 6-2, built very nicely, like a body builder, but not over-musculared, trendy short thick mustache, in jeans and a wife-beater, nice tats on shoulder and back. We were in the Southwest check-in line and I just could not stop looking. I was so hoping we would be on the same flight, if for nothing else but to take it that eye candy in some more, but alas he was on a different flight. But I still will remember that one for awhile!!
Residence: Washington
Birth date: April 1966
Astrological sign: Aries
Height: 5 feet 11 inches
Weight: 180
Size: 8 inches
If blonds are more fun, and strawberries are sexy, what do you get when you cross the two? You get strawberry blond Todd Gibbs. With that cute as a button face and smooth muscular body, Todd is an aphrodisiac all by himself. (Have you seen those nipples?)
And don’t forget Bryan Dick! What a cute example of ginger perfection!
I’ve loved them since I knew I loved men. Even the geeky ones are freaking hot! Oh, except Carrottop, ewwwwwww. Geekier, thiner and more huggable the better!
Though there are redheads, gingers and strawberries, they all rock, but real readheds with light skin and light freckles and light eyebrows and eye color…..WOOOOOOOOOO!
And maybe Rupert Grint in a few more years, though the twins who played the Weasely twins are frequent, shall we say, turn ons.
I’m a red- head. When I was younger, I was always annoyed with old ladies coming up to me to tell me how beautiful my hair was. It is weird cause I have tan skin and no freckles, but I would consider my pubes orange.
My hair started to darken as I grew, but I was always attracted to brunettes. My pubic hair remained orange and many asked if I was a firecroch. I always said no but really I was. I love my penis and my red hair on my dick. Now my hair on my head is a light brown, but the pubes are still orange!!!
For some reason I am able to keep on masturbating if I really wanted to. But anyways I love my dick and orange pubes!!!
hey gomer. I think you have Todds age wrong. Anyhow, How do you know he lives in Washington? i used to be a friend of his and lost touch. do you have contact info on him?
For anyone who has not experiencee the pleasure of eating fire from the crotch of one of these man-gods, I pity them and implore them to try it and they will never again be satisfied with anything less. There is never a dull moment of lack of drama in your life when you have one of these firey adonisises for a companion. I am shoked at the lack of websites and gay or nude pictures of them. WHATS UP WITH THAT!
OH MY GOD - I could just keep busy kissing each freckle! Also - in my experience readheads sweat alot, too. Slick, hot & red! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
paul the redhead - CALL ME! lol
What is with the lack of sites for these redheaded delectables? It’s insane! There should be redhead sites from every country! Damn it!
I’ve always had red-brown hair, a bit more red underarms and pubes, light to medium freckles. Not a real redhead, but not far off. I’ve loved the real ones since I get interested in guys.
Someone post a few sites! If I find another decent one I will. The one I found was gingerlover.org, which changed then went clean.