Friday, December 16, 2016
That makes me sound sort of slutty, doesn't it? But a lot of those were actual wrestling matches that did not include any version of sex. I would say about 30 of them fell into that category. Of course, that's still about 46 guys.
Anyway, it's interesting that during that time, I have had very few bad experiences. And, even the matches that weren't that much fun, weren't really all that terrible. Oh, I've had my share of huge guys who've pinned me and just laid there until - gasping for breath - I made them get off me. I've wrestled guys who didn't really want to wrestle, but just wanted to look at me while they jacked off. And I've wrestled guys who were so aggressive and strong that they nearly hurt me. But those have been few and far between. I've never been "catfished" either. I have never met a guy who did not look like their picture. (This fact always makes me wonder about the guys on Global Fights and Meet Fighters who complain about all the fakes out there. I wonder what exactly they are talking about?)
Yeah, I've been pretty lucky. And, better yet, I've met a lot of fantastic guys. I mean, compared to guys I've met in bars or through Grindr or something like that, wrestlers are a wholly different breed of gay men. They are typically much more masculine for one thing. Rarely is a gay wrestler overly queeny or feminine. Most of them are fairly straight acting. And decent. Willing to share expenses. Willing to travel. And fun to hang out with after the struggle and sweat are over.
In short, it's been pretty fucking great.
So, I'm not done yet. I will be in St. Louis next March for the NCAA's and - hopefully - will get to travel some this year to San Francisco and Chicago.
Want to wrestle? Write me and let's see what we can work out.
Monday, December 5, 2016
Within the gay spectrum, there are innumerable variations on sex. Gay men find arousal in a variety of ways, and through a variety of fantasies. Wrestling is one of those, and in many respects, one of the most healthy fetishes. If one accepts the idea that all sex - excluding that which without consent inflicts pain on another - is beautiful and natural, then wrestling is surely one of the most healthful.
Wrestling is masculine. In fact, it is one of the truest manifestations of masculine intimacy. What can be more manly than two men, testing each others physical boundaries, pushing each other to struggle, to dominate, to submit? Men have always wrestled with each other. Only within the gay realm is this dominance and submission translated into masculine love and affection. Only in the act of two men, naked, sweaty, struggling - enthused with respect and friendship and desire - can true masculine love be expressed.
Wrestling is healthy. It imparts a need to exercise. To stay in shape. To be able to mix it up on the mats for more than a few brief moments. It is a fetish that drives men to the gym to lift weights, to run miles, to do cross-fit and yoga. It encourages us to eat right. To think of ourselves as athletes. Even when we have spent an entire lifetime seeing ourselves as average, non-athletic guys, wrestling gives us the chance to be the jocks that, perhaps, we never were.
Wrestling is courageous. The very act of stripping down and wrestling another man is an act of courage. Where in the past, we may have been timid with other men. Where we might have been unable or unwilling to engage physically with another man, wrestling allows us to experience what a lot of men have always known - that competition is healthy and empowering. After a wrestling match, even if we lose, we stand a little taller. We fought. We struggled. The old stereotypes of the effeminate and weak man are sloughed off and left on the floor along with our sweat, our exhaustion and frequently our cum.
Wrestling is a healthy fetish. One borne of comradeship and a longing to engage with other men on a level beyond just kissing and fucking.
Now, get out there and wrestle.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Hey guys. It's been quite a while since I last posted. I'm not dead. Not off the circuit. I still love to wrestle. It's just been hard to write the last few years.
Why? Well, there are a number of reasons. One is this blog. I found that I couldn't always write honestly about my experiences, especially when they were less than stellar. People got their feelings hurt. Others thought I was speaking of them, when I often wasn't. It was getting a little too unpleasant. But, I have decided to try again.
The picture above is of me today - November 29, 2016. I'm still working out. Still lifting. But, you know, I'm never as big or defined as I wish I was. Part of that is diet. I have no problem getting to the gym. But I do seem to have less will-power when it comes to maintaining a healthy diet. I guess for a 58-year-old, I'm not too bad.
I've been wrestling. I wrestled just last week, and it looks like I will wrestle today as well. Luckily, there is a guy here in town who likes to wrestle, who is in great shape, and is a nice guy. So, I have a wrestling partner for a while. He's very much a jobber. He likes to be man-handled and worked over - which is fun. Although, I like to be the jobber some too.
I continue to be very fortunate in that the matches I've had over the last few years have been a lot of fun. I've met some great guys. Had some really hot matches. But, I am finding that travel has become harder and harder. Not so much because of the expense, but because of family constraints. A few years ago I could jump in the car and take off for the weekend with no problems. Drive to Memphis, Dallas, or maybe Oklahoma. Wrestle a few hot guys, and then head home. But I'm finding that more difficult to pull off. Like a lot of people, my family obligations ebb and flow.
So, write me and tell me how your matches have been going. Let's talk about gay wrestling in the first decades of the 21st century - and under a Trump regime. The political world may be hard to fathom, but we can still gather in darkened rooms, strip off our clothes, and struggle with each other. We can wrestle to feel each others muscles. To work up a sweat. To get huge hard-ons, and explosive ejaculations. It's what we want. It's what we crave. So, what-the-hell? Let's get to it.