Tuesday, July 19, 2011
What it Means to Me to Wrestle
I did get together with a friend of mine. A nice looking guy who is a little older than I am. He works out a lot and would be fun to wrestle but he finds my interest in wrestling amusing, and not in a good way. I think he feels it's a little immature. Perhaps too much of a specific fetish.
Well, maybe it is. I won't try and defend it too much other than to say, and pardon me for quoting Lady Gaga - I was born this way. Can't help it. I like sex. Find guys a turn on. But I like to wrestle with them first. That is my fore-play. I like to feel their strength, to get them in a hot hold, or to be gotten in a hot hold and to experience something about myself that I just can't experience through regular gay sex.
Honestly, here at the cusp of the twenty-first century I feel that I should not have to explain all that to a potential partner. But I did on Sunday. My friend wanted to be with me and I liked his body. No doubt. But I just don't want to hook up with a guy and go. I need something more.
The last time I wrestled a guy - it's been a week or so - I experienced something that stays with me for several days afterward. I'm not talking about the after-glow of sex. I'm talking about the realization that I've over-come my self-doubt, my fears, and I've actually stripped down and wrestled a guy. Chest-to-chest. Hands inter-locked. Biceps bulging. Cock erect and throbbing with the desire to try and dominate. Afterward, I am covered in sweat, sometimes slightly bruised, sometimes pretty worn out, but I always feel like I've done something extraordinary. I feel like I've over-come every bad day I had as an adolescent. I feel like I've proven that I am here. That I exist. That I now know the boundaries of my own existence. I know what I can do, and what I cannot do. And I feel great.
Those are the kinds of feelings that I want all of you guys to experience. I want you to walk through your day feeling just a little more cocky, just a little more like a bad-ass. After you've wrestled a guy, and I mean really wrestled, you feel like nobody can give you any shit. You start eying other guys and instead of checking out their asses, you're thinking to yourself, "Yeah, I could take him. I could kick his ass." You're not a redneck. You're not a jerk looking for a fight. But you are confident. Sure of yourself. And ready. For whatever the world has to offer.
So, go out there and wrestle...hard!