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.