I’m not sure which came first: my latest obsession with big pecs or the recent match in my gay wrestling fiction series featuring Joey Lawrence (which definitely spotlights his pecs). Besides making for good inspiration for a wrestling character, I’m left wondering, what happened to Joey? What series of choices transformed him from the floppy-haired kid starring opposite Nell Carter into the disturbingly cartoonish character he looks like today. Did he feel insecure about being the adorable child actor, so he overcompensated by bulking up? Somewhere between then and now he was just plain gorgeous.

Personally, I’m all for the shaved head.

And God knows I’ve made it clear I enjoy the big pecs. But in this photo, he’s got more cleavage than Dolly Parton, and that crosses over the line from sexy to creepy.

And please, please, please, his personal trainer must tell him to lay off the supplements and the heavy upper body work, and do some squats. He’s totally out of proportion, and it looks a little freakish. I’m worried that his legs are going to suddenly snap like twigs underneath the weight of his oversized upper body. I’m not saying that someone needs perfect proportion to be hot, but seriously, to be so overdeveloped upstairs with skinny legs and no butt downstairs… isn’t that the classic caricature of the musclehead? As obsessed as I may become with one body part, symmetry and proportion can make the difference between totally hot and vaguely creepy.