Did you see the recent promotional email from BG East for Pros in Private 9? I was surprised and flattered to see it was a shout out to my review of Mac Mathias’ ass! It’s not the first time that this blog has been referenced in promotional materials for homoerotic wrestling products. Whenever it happens, my first thought it always, “Holy hell, somebody’s actually reading me!” My second thought is usually spent contemplating my small part of the engine of wrestling promotion for gay eyes.
|Aryx/Tristan looks beefier than ever!|
Like Bruno at Beefcakes of Wrestling, I got a very sweet and enthusiastic heads up from the team behind my former homoerotic wrestler of the month, Aryx Quinn aka Tristan Baldwin (I’m not sure what it means to have a team behind him, but I picture a bunch of nerds [and I’m frequently very turned on by nerds] crouching behind Aryx/Tristan and nudging him toward the camera). Aryx apparently has some big, but as yet ambiguous, plans to produce his own namesake website that will, among other things, feature new homoerotic wrestling. The new site isn’t up yet, but I’ve got my fingers crossed that this one will materialize. Aryx/Tristan’s promotional pics are looking damn hot!
|Aryx/Tristan needs to get those muscles back
in the ring!
I was also recently approached with the proposition that I include an advertisement for one of the wrestling productions that I talk about frequently on this blog. I mulled it over. While the singular aim of my nearly three years of blogging has been promoting more, and more excellent, homoerotic wrestling fare, I’ve also made quite a bit of a show of pointing out that I don’t and won’t take pay for what I push on the pages on this blog. Someone at a different wrestling company once referred to this blog as their unofficial marketing department. I sort of like that characterization (quite a lot, actually). There’s something about that line between “unofficial” and “official” that gives me pause, though. I like the independence it gives me to say, repeatedly, that this is just a labor of love, and that while I clearly have my favorites, they don’t technically have me, so to speak. So just today, I finally gave a pass on the idea of adding advertisements around here, fervently hoping that I didn’t offend anyone by saying “no.” Thank me later for the shorter download time it’ll take to read neverland without ads embedded.
I’ve been making this up as I go, so having these ideas about what makes me “official” or not, or what gives me a sense of intellectual independence or not is really all just getting pulled out of my ass. It’s all improv, building a narrative, and committing to it with perhaps more conviction than I really feel. And, after all, isn’t that what homoerotic wrestling is, and what delights me so much about it? It’s innovation and improv. It’s storytelling and imagination. It’s eroticism born out of beautiful bodies, committed performances, and an intimate insight into that amorphous concept of wrestling kink. I’ll continue to do my best to vet the wrestling I watch and lift up the very best bits that capture my imagination and turn me on. Any of those enterprising folks planning on contributing something new to the field are always welcome on the pages of this blog, in the form of my hyperbole and over-enthusiasm for some hard, hot, sweaty wrestling gems wherever I find them. You keep clicking through the links I embed and purchasing from the fine producers of homoerotic wrestling that turns you on, and tell them Bard sent you. Together, lets keep these gorgeous athletes and the hardworking people behind the cameras well rewarded for their artistry, their beauty, and their ability to grab hold of gay wrestling kink with both hands and crank us up!