When it comes to guys, there are pretty much three categories for me.
First of all, there are the ugly guys. You don't have to be gay to recognize these types. They're like an exaggerated Dustin Hoffman or Steve Buscemi, maybe. Often found nowadays wearing low ballcaps.
Second of all are the merely plain or average. These are the types of guys who, lined up together, would all pretty much be forgettable. You put them in a suit, they look good. You put them in a studded leather jacket and tight jeans, and they're a rebel, etc. I'd consider myself in this category--not meaning to brag or anything.
The third class, however, is that class of great-looking guys. Again, calling this class good-looking says nothing about a man's sexuality. These are the types of people who, if you saw them at a party and they asked you if you wanted to go to a private room to make out with some dudes, you'd ask "Are you going to be one of those dudes?," and if the answer was yes, you'd gladly hold back your revulsion at making out with whatever ugly or plain stereotypes they throw at you just for a chance to press your hot lips against them and to feel that sexy five o'clock shadow that every great-looking guy seems to have.