Blog Posts about Debra Messing

It's all our fault, really.

Fashion magazines keep promising to show us supermodels and other celebrities naked, and we keep falling for it, even though all we ever get after flipping through one of these glossy periodicals is the stink of perfume samples on our hands and a patronizing smile from the lady at Barnes & Noble.

The 2012 edition of Allure Magazine's annual "Look Better Naked" feature is mostly more of the same as Extra's Maria Menounous, Smash's Debra Messing, Think Like a Man's Taraji P. Henson, Homeland's Morena Baccarin, and model Heidi Klum all pose "magazine naked" with the good parts obscured from view.

Naturally, the accompanying copy praises these celebs for their bravery for exposing parts of themselves that wouldn't even be blurred out on a major network sitcom, but in Mr. Skin's book, if it ain't boobs, bush or butt, then it's not really nude.

So special commendation belongs to Leslie Bibb, currently starring on the series GCB, for surpassing all of our cynical expectations by actually showing full buttcrack in a fashion magazine. Leslie, we (one handedly) salute you!

See more semi-nude pics and video from Allure's "Look Better Naked" feature after the jump!

Is there anything more delicious than a Debbie? When it comes to celeb Debs who doff their duds, we've got rock stars like Debbie Harry, Hollywood hard-hitters like Debra Winger, and succulent scream queens like Debbie Rochon. Enjoy the DEB-ut of Top 10 Famous Debs Who Doff Tops!

The 2010 Emmy Awards rolled out a smashing array of today’s top (and occasionally topless) boob tube beauties.

Join Mr. Skin now in looking back through the decades of nude tele-visions from previous eras: specifically 1980, 1990 and 2000.

1980

The big trophies went to Dallas for outstanding drama andTaxi for best comedy series.

Both those classics contain female cast members who have broadcast their bare bodies in other roles.

Among the Dallas divas who brought forth gushers by stripping on-screen are Victoria Principal (nude in the ultra-rare The Naked Ape), Linda Gray (who went full-frontal in a stage production of The Graduate), and Jenilee Harrison (you won’t be cursing as you dive into her topless bath in Curse III).

Taxi’s Marilu Henner flashes her bodacious front bumpers opposite Burt Reynolds in The Man Who Loved Women.

Click MORE to see naked the Emmy Award winners of 1990 and 2000.

Tits the season to turn (on) to Satan.

Follow the McMestophelian trail of McBeardo as he conjures up a stroker’s dozen of the most scorchingly occult-themed flesh-flicks to ever destroy pants and reap souls.

Get the supernatural skinny on diabolical diversions that include Nude for Satan, Satan's Cheerleaders, Satan's Schools for Sluts, and To the Devil, a Daughter.

Also read a bunch of berserk boob-butt-and-bush hoo-hah along the way, bolstered by more Nekromistress t-shirt shots. Is this the week she gets nude? Click the pic to find out.

The Women May Be Packed with Femmes, But the Femme-on-Femme Frottage Remains on the Cutting-Room Floor

The remake of George Cukor's 1939 classic The Women hits theaters tomorrow, and the chick flick seems to have a bit of promise even to those with dicks. The cast is entirely made up of women—there's not a hunky suitor or gay decorator best friend to be seen in the entire flick. Plus, the movie is packed with sexy stars like Eva Mendes, Debra Messing, and Meg Ryan. But costar Jada Pinkett Smith revealed that this clothed-funbag-packed film could have given men a reason to pack theaters—if only director Diane English has listened to Jada and left in a scene where her lesbian character sexes up Eva Mendes! Next time, Jada, don't let some out-of-touch filmmaker let you keep your lezzie leanings under wraps; make you own movie and fill it with wall-to-wall lap-licking lesbos!

By Tivoli Foxx

PART ONE: MY LIFE IN SEARCH OF RACK-LACKING ROLE MODELS

Throughout my 'tween years in the '70s, I was force-fed the song stylings of Mr. Joe Walsh in the backseat of my big brother's Camaro. Actually, it was one song in particular: "I Like Big Tits," which was cleverly labeled on the album You Bought It: You Name It as "I.L.B.T.S" to stump censors. "I.L.B.T.S", in fact, became the mantra of my bro's maligned gang of burly burnouts and randy rockers. Barely budding of boobage myself, I longed for the day when groovy, smoke-soaked studs would make cracks about my own stupendous love-stacks.

My immensely endowed older sister, alas, provided no help. As a matter of fact, she rendered me the braless butt of jokes by giving me a t-shirt saying "Proud Member of the I.B.T.C." -- the Itty Bitty Titty Committee! I wore that garment like a scarlet letter well into adolescence, remaining completely casaba-barren and cat-call-free.