It’s been nice to get some recent feedback on the blog and the Producer’s Ring. I’m very motivated by positive feedback, and I can generally handle constructive comments as well, so if you like what you see or have some helpful suggestions, please leave comments. I was recently musing over the wrestling victory pose. It’s always complete camp. It’s almost never spontaneous. And yet, without exception, it always gets my blood pumping. The Wrestling Arsenal has a nice page focusing on the victory pose, where he proposes that “all victory poses are actually sexual positions demonstrating domination and submission.” Perhaps that’s the case – it’s just a metaphorical cock-test – the wrestling victory as a symbol for whose dick is bigger. In homoerotic wrestling, I think it’s a very special thrill to see the victor carrying the defeated off. The loser-gets-fucked scenarios are hottest when the victor turns tender, I think, rather than when the violence of competition turns into the violence of “forced” sex. Whatever the case, I enjoy the plot of good wrestling, and the victory pose is a very satisfying, essential denouement.