I feel like I should have something to say about the Supreme Court rulings on marriage, but I just don’t. Every time I start to try to compose something thoughtful about the federal recognition of same-sex marriages, I get stuck on the Supreme Court’s simultaneous roll-back on voter’s rights protections and the tightening of restrictions against promoting diversity in higher education. Hell, just when it comes to the citizenship of gays, I’m hard pressed to get up a head of steam about a marriage license when we have no federal protection against simply being fired from a job or refused housing or lodging just because we’re gay. So marriage. Yeah. That’s cool, but… Then again, my political comments are always guaranteed to raise a rant, which I have little energy for today, so I should stick with what I know and love best. On that note, let me just do a quick round up of things I should have posted about in the last couple of weeks, but I’ve been just too damned slammed with work to make it happen.
First, Alex recently guest posted (thanks again, Alex… you rock!) about the theme of the bad assed, low down, dirty rotten cheat of a jobber (or, the heel/jobber). I loved his analysis, and was provoked by his suggestion of how this variation on the jobber motif might stir the pot in homoerotic wrestling. Readers had a couple of examples of wrestlers who might be considered to make this angle their own. One reader who was mentioned in the post, Darius, also was inspired to send a private comment to me along with some juicy, non-photoshopped evidence of precisely what he looks like ready to wrestle in black gear.
|The gear to accompany a bad ass attitude!|
Mmmmmm…. Da-a-a-a-ammn. I’m on board to watch Darius fill whatever role he wants in the wrestling ring. And I can think of no more ideal heel/jobber move than for Darius to not only show up in bulge-sucking black gear, but also to have said gear used to choke a babyface hero viciously as we finally get a look at every massive muscle that this beautiful man packs into his trunks.
|No need to imagine Darius dressed to wrestle down and dirty in black gear…|
Darius is a truly outstanding friend of neverland, and I continue to hope to see much, much more of him in the ring. Promoters and private aficionados of high quality muscleman wrestling need to hit this hunk of stunning beef up… hard.
|Then again, even in black, Darius is such a babyface beauty!|
My next writing project to publish is a special match dedicated to two of my favorite friends of neverland, one of whom is none other than stunning Darius. As soon as I get my boss off my back, I’m polishing that puppy off and getting it posted.
|You think the body is hot? Check out what goes on in that homoerotic wrestling kinked head of Ben Monaco!|
In other news from the homoerotic wrestling friends of neverland, Ben Monaco has been updating his blog, Monaco Off the Mats, answering the question of which of the BG East battlers would he be “all over” given the opportunity to wrestle them. He’s doing a fantasy top 10 countdown that’s become seriously distracting from my aforementioned perfect storm at work. We have numbers 10 through 8 so far, and Ben’s description of what about these gorgeous studs speaks to him most makes for incredibly hot reading. This is exactly why I think the world needs more homoerotic wrestlers blogging. Ben Monaco on the mats is guaranteed to make me explode (particularly when lips are involved), but Monaco Off the Mats takes us into that interior monologue, sorting through the tastes and kinks, lusts and longings that we might never catch wind of watching the bruising Canadian smothering some lucky bastard with his pecs. I love the titillating glimpse inside Ben’s head, having spent hours enjoying lingering looks at his delightfully hot body soaked in sweat.
|The Cheshire Cat of Homoerotic Wrestling|
And one last item in friend-of-neverland news, Drake Fucking Marcos has been updating his new blog, Drake Marcos: The Cheshire Cat of Homoerotic Wrestling as well, demonstrating one of the most delightful side-effects I’ve enjoyed from chatting with on-screen wrestlers over the past 4 years: learning that these guys are complex and passionate about all sorts of things on and off the wrestling mats. Personally, I’m hoping we get to read more of the internal smack down between Drake and his mild-mannered alter ego, D2. When they start arguing with one another in print, there’s something incredibly sexy (in a twisted, probably diagnosable way) about it all that gives me a strong hit of Brad Pitt and Edward Norton pounding the living shit out of each other (well, Brad pounding the living shit out of Edward) in Fight Club. Which suddenly makes me think what an insanely hot idea for a homoerotic wrestling fiction piece: Brad and Edward facing off again to settle just a bit of all that confusing, fucking hot, dissociative, violence-inspired self-love/hate sexual tension. Yes, that’s what I’m picturing when I read Drake interrupting and slapping down D2.
|Drake Marcos wrestles with himself.|
I can’t promise more frequent posts for the near future, sadly, but I’ll do my best. In the mean time, I’m thrilled that the homoerotic wrestling blogosphere is increasingly populated by more tasty treats for us all to enjoy.
One final news-ish note, I got an alert from Blogger (corporately owned and barely run by google) that they will be “cracking down” on blogs that “monetize adult content.” Since I don’t get paid penny one from this blog, I’m assuming this does not refer to me. I have been sorely tempted, but in the end declined several requests to post actual ads on the pages of this blog, even for the producers and companies that I talk about incessantly in my posts. Are homoerotic wrestling sellers “adult websites?” Is my rave, uncompensated review of a product an ad? Are our google overlords so ridiculously underworked that they are seriously going to spend time trying to whitewash their empire as other than fueled by guys getting off on online content? If someone else has a better platform to suggest, let me know. I’ve been wanting to buy back my soul from google for a while now, and perhaps this “threat” about adult content is just the thing I need to jump ship.