Thursday, October 27, 2011
Unfortunately, I don't have much to report. I've been working like crazy and that has taken a lot of my time. But I've also been coaching, and that has been the saving grace of my life. The picture above I took this morning so as you can see, I've been keeping in shape. In fact, I think I've been working out more than usual lately. Of course wrestling practice three times a week adds a lot of physical activity to the mix!
I may be wrestling this weekend with a guy from Oklahoma, but he weighs like 235 so I doubt that will be much of a fair match. As always, I want to wrestle, but potential opponents are few and far between.
Well, back to work. I hope you guys are doing well and getting to wrestle. I will write again, soon!
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Anyway, just thought I'd take a few minutes and talk about what's been on my mind. I have not wrestled since I had the oil match with my buddy from Texas. There have been a few bites, but nobody has actually come through. Meanwhile, I'm staying busy. Working out, working (quite a bit actually) and enjoying the fall weather.
Sometimes I wonder why I wrestle. I understand that it dovetails with my sexual desires, but I think there's more to it than just that. Wrestling satisfies me in ways that just sex cannot do. I've had sex - just straight vanilla sex - with guys and I hate to admit it, but I don't really enjoy it that much. Even when the guy is good looking, I need that extra element that wrestling provides.
I think that what I'm talking about is the rush that comes from knowing that I've put myself out there, that I've laid it all out on the line and gone for it. I love the feeling of contending with another guy, of coming to grips with his masculinity, his strength, and his skill - as opposed to my own. I love the awesome feel of two toned bodies colliding in combat. Of arms and legs intertwined. Of sweat and exertion.
Those days when I have wrestled with a guy, and I mean, really tried hard to beat him or to keep from being beat--those are the best days of my life. I feel alive; like I've been awakened from some long, troubled sleep. Like I've arrived in a new land, a new world, a new reality where I am capable and strong, and able to take care of myself. Where sex is about strength and muscle tone and trickles of sweat running down into my eyes. Where my muscles glisten with oil and blood courses through my veins.
Yeah, those are the best days. And they occur too infrequently. At least for my taste.
So, here's to October and the coming winter. May we all indulge in being men. And let's wrestle...hard!
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Sorry this post is short today, but I gotta get back to work. Hope you enjoy the pic!