Drew Dixon is a total boner killer for me: talk about overexposed and overused, he makes Dante Colle seem like a reclusive nun. Always weird hair styling, perpetually smug expression, nothing particularly exciting about the face, body or cock: he's OK looking but thats about it.
Most annoying of all, he radiates a lazy monotonous "generic sloppy voracious pig bottom" vibe in EVERY single scene: he's got one indifferent sexual tune that he plays like a faulty iPod, whether he's in a highly-produced concept scene or the cheesiest OnlyFans orgy video. It got old and boring real fast: I like to see a variety of chemistries between tops and bottoms, but DD immediately drags every partner down to his predictable level. Meh.
Coming from a different angle, you have the most disappointing porn performers of all: the ones that give every indication of being smoking hot fantasy material, but show no evidence of a pulse in any video they've ever appeared in. Guys like Julian Brady or David Skylar. At best you get a thirty second flash of sexual chemistry before they lapse back into a coma, even in their solo clips.
A sidebar pet peeve for me is when natural-born-gorgeous men like Dani Robles, Jeffrey Lloyd or Daniel Montoya randomly start covering themselves with the most idiotic, pointless tattoos imaginable. How do they not know their original appeal was in their unique natural hotness? Why the hell do they insist on ever-increasing amounts of full-leg-sleeves or a target on one pec unbalancing their sensual chests or printing three paragraphs of drivel on their rib cages?
Don't even get me started on that crime against masculine beauty known as Chris Damned: the most asinine collection of tats this side of Bo Sinn (hint: pretty boys doing gay porn sporting teardrop prison murder tats on their faces are nowhere near as edgy as they think they are: it just looks ridiculous and distracting on such a handsome Ken doll).
