Head Scissors

I’ve always been a leg guy.

Of course, I’ve also always been as ass-guy, too; the two are directly related. Is there anything hotter, though, than having a guy with great, muscular legs put them around your head and squeeze, tightening the quads and hamstrings, the glutes hardening?

I don’t think so.

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That’s from my match with Josh Goodman, obviously. Look at his legs. I mean…wow.

Really, in looking back at some of the pictures from my matches, it’s no wonder that despite being in really good physical condition when I went before the cameras…that I was kind of insecure.

But I digress–back to the head scissors, and legs.

I was always lucky with my legs. My legs were always big and muscular; I assumed it was a genetic thing, but no one else in my family has big, thick legs like mine. It wasn’t until a few years ago, when I had some issues with my ankles and feet, that my doctor actually explained it to me–all of my joints (hips, knees, ankles) are double-jointed to an extent, and I also have falling arches/flat feet. My feet also pronate because of this; they roll to the inside, which is why I need to replace my shoes so frequently (my shoes end up wearing that way, so I end up walking on the sides of the shoes). Because of this, my leg muscles are constantly trying to keep my balance, to keep me from falling (this is also, apparently, why I am so clumsy)…as such, my legs muscles are always working. My extreme flexibility also comes from the double-jointed issues; and that extreme flexibility also ensured that, since my muscles were always well stretched, there was a good flow of oxygen and blood through them and as such, any and all exercise was much more effective in building muscles.

The more you know.

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I’m really not a fan of leg day.

But the head scissors? BIG FAN. Kevin Von Erich was a master of it; I used to watch his matches with my mouth open as he tortured his opponents with his massive, well-defined legs. It was also a relatively easy hold to apply; you can learn it by watching, and obviously, all you have to do once you have your legs around your opponent’s head is lock your ankles, flex your leg muscles, and squeeze.

Before I was a BGEast wrestler, most of my opponents were drawn to me for my legs and my scissors–which, ironically, I never really used much in front of the cameras. The Goodman match was one of the exceptions–and of course, he used his gorgeous legs on my head. A lot.

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It was a really hot match.

 

Full Nelson

I always regretted not going into professional wrestling.

When I was a little boy, professional wrestling fascinated me. My parents never watched it, thought it was dumb, and would always change the channel when it was on. But sometimes, late at night after they and my sister had gone to bed, I would find a broadcast after the news, turn the sound down, and watch, completely fascinated. It–and boxing–were some of the few sports where male bodies weren’t completely clothed or padded up; so wrestling was one of the few places my nascent sexuality could satisfy its curiosity about the male body. Muscles, even when I was young, were an obsession; although body building wasn’t taken particularly seriously either and was seen as either ‘gay’ or the province of narcissists. It wasn’t until much later that male bodies were seen as things that could be sculpted into things of beauty in the gym, through diet and exercise; I joked the other day to one of my younger co-workers (oh, please, they’re all younger) that “nowadays with straight boys caring about their bodies and how they look, it’s made things so much more difficult. Back in the 1980’s and 90’s, you could tell someone was gay because they had a great body.”

Of course, part of the gay male body fetishizing was in part a reaction to HIV/AIDS and wasting syndrome; the idea that a worked out, muscular body meant you were healthy. Obviously, that wasn’t necessarily the case; but it was also a way to feel better about yourself, try to make yourself feel positive about yourself in a society and culture where being gay was still a taboo. (While we’ve made a great amount of progress since then, we haven’t come far enough.)

But professional wrestling was kind of like porn for me; when cable television began to get going in the 1980’s I always loved watching Georgia Championship Wrestling on Saturday and Sunday afternoons–Brad Armstrong was a particular favorite of mine, as were the Von Erich brothers–and I kind of wished, fantasized sometimes, that I could become a professional wrestler. I had no idea how one did that; and in those pre-Internet days, it wasn’t exactly easy to find out about training schools and so forth. I also wasn’t built big enough to be a professional wrestler, but it remained a fantasy of mine, and its homoeroticism became a fetish for me; it would be years before I realized that I was not the only gay men with a fetish for wrestling of all kinds, not just the professional kind.

I discovered gay wrestling videos in the early 1990’s, in the days when you had to send away for catalogues and the only way to hook up with other guys into wrestling was to join a list (the name of which I cannot remember) that was mailed out and updated periodically; you either called people or you wrote them letters and corresponded with them. How quaint, right? I met some guys who were into wrestling that way; but these were guys who’d actually wrestled collegiate/Olympic style in high school or college. I hadn’t–while I enjoyed going to wrestling meets as a teenager to see those great, hard-muscles bodies in those lycra, leave-nothing-to-the-imagination singlets, I was always terrified in high school that someone might figure out that I was actually gay and I didn’t trust myself to come in that close of contact with another boy and not get an erection. (Of course, I laugh at that fear now; with all the pictures of high school and collegiate wrestlers during matches with erections. But it was a definite fear when I was a teen…) So, without any actual training in collegiate-style wrestling I was never much of a match; and it really wasn’t any fun for either of us.

My first BGEast wrestling tape I ever owned was from the Fantasymen series; Fantasymen 5, to be exact: Jose v. Gino Ponti; Cruze v. Jake Tucker; Psycho Capone v. Jay Austin; and Psycho Capone v. Pete Reynolds. This was everything I’d been looking for for erotic stimulation–wrestling, and guys with amazing bodies. (My only complaint about professional wrestling back in the day was that the bodies weren’t all fantastic; I was a bit of a body fascist when it came to my fantasies, even though I wasn’t in my day-to-day life, when it came to hook-ups and so forth.) All of the matches were great, but for some reason the Cruze-Jake Tucker match hit all of my buttons. They both had great bodies, they both were wearing skimpy gear, and they were both incredibly handsome in the face. Tucker was playing up the cowboy angle, and his accented drawl and perfectly round ass…yeah, perfect: definitely fantasy men.

I recently rented the match again on the BGEast Arena; I hadn’t seen it in years–the videotape having since gone the way of the LP and the 45 record. It still holds up; there is chemistry between the two of a sort, and it’s still stimulating.

Standards of male beauty, at least for gay men, have remained static for some time; with slight variations–hairy vs not hairy, twink vs lean vs more thickly muscled–and the relationship to my own body has also varied. I am naturally very hairy, and always have been. My chest and abdomen are covered in hair, as are my legs and my butt, and as I’ve gotten older it’s started sprouting on my back and shoulders. Back in the day I used to shave it all off; again, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve stopped. Every once in a while I’ll trim my torso hair down, to get an idea of my level of fitness; thick pelts tend to hide the muscles, so I will trim so I can see if my abs are still there or if I need to focus on diet/cardio some more.

Trimmed:

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Not so trimmed:

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Right now, I’m in need of trimming, which I will do later today to assess where I am at physically.

As I became more familiar with BGEast and its wrestlers, and as the Internet made it more possible and easier to connect with other guys into wrestling, I began to slowly dip into the world of private pro wrestling. I wasn’t in a position to travel much, and so it wasn’t easy to actually meet up with guys I’d talk to on-line…there are still guys on-line I’ve been talking to for years that I’ve never met and wrestled. But I also assumed that I had aged out of any chance to wrestle for BGEast. As my books began to get published and I started doing book tours–on a small scale–I was able to meet guys who were also into wrestling and have some matches. But I was still a novice, not only to wrestling but to connecting with guys on-line. My personals ads on wrestling websites never seemed to get me many matches–but I also didn’t have a space to wrestle in New Orleans at home, either.

And when I started chatting with Kid Leopard on-line after Hurricane Katrina–which was one of those life-altering events; when you lose almost everything you realize how tenuous and short life is, and why not try for things you want to do? One thing led to another, and in the spring of 2006 I flew to Fort Lauderdale to tape my first match for BGEast.

So my dream of being a professional wrestler, which had combined with the fantasy of taping for BGEast, was about to come true.

 

Welcome Back to the Thunderdome

Been awhile, has it not?

It’s not that I’ve lost interest in wrestling; I’ve just been incredibly busy over the last couple of years. There’s also been issues with my physical health; injuries that have kept me out of the gym and out of the ring. I am not nearly in the kind of shape I need to be in to ever put on the trunks, lace up my boots, and pull a mask on, climb through the ropes and beat some people’s asses…but I am getting there. It’s harder this time than it was before–I am older, and my bad habits have become that much more entrenched, but I am confident I can get back into shape. Maybe not this shape:

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but certainly better than what I’ve been in. I’ve always had a complicated relationship with weight and my body; one thing I’ve always envied straight dudes is that swaggering self-confidence they all seem to have–particularly when I look at them and think, really?

And really, I probably won’t ever get back to that kind of shape. That was probably peak body for me–my body has always been peaks and valleys. I’ve managed to continue working out over the last few years, around injury time-outs and so forth, and I’ve gained size. So getting back down to a 31 waist and 180 pounds like I was in the match with Pink Puma is probably not very likely; it’s possible, but I just don’t have the time, desire, or energy to do all the work it would require. I’m also not in a huge rush to get there, the way I used to be; without a taping to motivate me that urgency just isn’t there. But I’m pretty proud of the fact I was 45 when I went before the cameras at BGEast for the first time, and 49 the last time. Right now I’ve gotten down to around 210 (from a high of 227); and I can fit back into a 33 waist jeans. Not bad for 56, I’d say. I’d like to get to around 200 by New Year’s, and I think that’s probably a good, lean weight for me to get to and then maintain.

Part of the reason I am reactivating this blog is to help document my journey back to optimal fitness; I’ve also missed writing about wrestling. There aren’t many markets out there any more for erotic short stories about wrestling; and there was a time, shortly after Going Down for the Count was released that I thought I was done with writing about wrestling for good; I’ve written all I had to say. But I find that not to be true anymore…I’ve missed watching matches, staying on top of the gay wrestling video world, making friends and having matches. There are a lot of video companies out there now; a lot of new wrestlers to look at–it’s a whole new world.

My goal is to blog here at least two or three times a week; my other writing and my life blog are always going to have to come first. And the draw of wrestling for gay men, its innate homoeroticism, is a subject that continues to fascinate and draw me in.

So, welcome back. I hope you’ll come along for the ride. Stop in, kick back, and check things out around here…maybe you’ll like it; maybe you won’t.

But I’m betting it will never be dull around here.