Speaking of obsessing over body parts, I’m a big advocate for the real deal. My best guess is that Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs (and Ford commercials) is 100% real and sports entirely worship-worthy pecs. Every attempt to find a shortcut to crafting a hot male body falls short. The body is so beautiful because it lives and grows and responds, so slicing it open and sticking in a bag of silicone just doesn’t cut it (so to speak). Check out these before and after shots of this dude’s chest.
Seriously, now, the before shots look so much better! What a shame. It looks like someone blew air into his upper pecs like a beach ball.
When it comes to “supplements,” I think some guys manage them better than others. I’m sure a lot of the models, wrestlers and actors I lust after get an artificial boost to enhance their workouts and fill out their curves. But when it goes overboard, when a body packs on more muscle mass than the frame can reasonably hold, when pecs start looking like breasts and guys have to swing their legs from side to side to walk a straight line because their thighs are so thick… well, that’s really not so sexy. I’m sure that gay men like me that obsess about big, beautiful muscle men contribute to the body-facism that has crept into masculinity in the same way it has long been part of feminity. But as for me, the nips, tucks, implants and hormones aren’t nearly as sexy as the hot, hard working, beautifully imperfect male form. Give me Mike Rowe covered in mud, naked in the shower any day!
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