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Before I left for vacation (“holiday”), Kid Leopard sent me some sweet, behind-the-scenes shots of the new BG East facility in Florida. I love a glimpse behind-the-scenes of homoerotic wrestling.  A lot. I still ache for more behind-the-scenes galleries in the BG East Arena “Surprise” Galleries. Something just turns me on about that moment at the edge of one reality and another, the muscle studs of my wrestling fantasies geared up but lounging about, the snarling, hot hunks of the ring clowning around, showing some affection, or just whatever it is they do outside the ring. That one foot in, one foot out aspect of behind-the-scenes shots works me up just fine!

There were just a few shots that I didn’t have to post from The Boss’ indulgence of my lust for behind-the-scenes insights. They are of the “lounge” area, the break room for homoerotic wrestling hunks.  Taking a break between matches? Grabbing a quick bite or rehydrating before climbing back in the ring and pounding the hell out of an opponent? Stop off here and kick back, text your boyfriend, shoot the shit with the gorgeous, barely clad hottie in pro trunks and mid-calf boots across the room from you.

Now, first on my bucket list is to weasel my way into a closed set filming of a sweat-filled, muscle pumped, full-contact, preferably rip and strip pro wrestling match. Make said match starring Kid Karisma’s award winning ass, and I could die then and there. Second item on my bucket list is to pull up a chair in this lounge, do my best to tear my eyes off of the beautiful, mostly bare muscle bodies around me, and enjoy discovering what these guys are like when the cameras are off.

Third on my bucket list is some one-on-one time rubbing down a homoerotic wrestling god in the massage room in back, preferably while he’s still soaked in sweat from the ring and he hasn’t gotten off in a week. Okay, that’s probably #2. At least.

So I may die unfulfilled, but I’m incredibly grateful for the boys behind the cameras at BG East, and The Boss in particular, for giving me (and you) a little glimpse of palette upon which they paint the homoerotic wrestling masterpieces that are the reason for neverland’s being.  And I cannot wait to be introduced to the new faces poised to show up for their debuts with BG East, who we catch a glimpse of in the group shot above!

Getting back into the swing of things, I’ve uploaded a new installment in the Route 69 homoerotic wrestling fiction series by the fantastic author Alex.  Alex has quickly built a massive following of rabid fans who can be a little relentless when I’m slow to format and upload Alex’ newest material.  He deserves those fans, because his writing and his vision for scorchingly hot homoerotic wrestling fiction is epic in scope and quality.

The story I’ve just uploaded this afternoon is a prime example of what grabs readers by the cock and strokes them into such a frenzy about Alex’ writing. One of the stars of Route 69, Ben, is back at it, trying to decide if he’s bitten off more than he can chew and, alternately, whether he wishes he had or hadn’t.

I don’t need to sell regular readers, but if you haven’t read any of Alex’ work, remedy that oversight instantly by checking it out at the Sidelineland homoerotic wrestling fiction catalog. You’ll need to sign up for a membership if you haven’t already, but don’t let that scare you off. If you’re not a raging ‘phobe, you’ll get into the group just fine.  I’d encourage you to “enjoy,” but seriously, just sign up and the enjoyment will need no further encouragement.

Setting up a new home can be both a pain in the ass and a labor of love. I spent way too much time tinkering with the look of sidelineland.com before going live last week.  Even then, I knew it wasn’t quite right. But I keep telling myself that everything changes, so I can (and most definitely will) keep tinkering, adjusting, redecorating and reformatting as I settle into these new digs. Kid Leopard sent along a some housewarming gifts for me a few days ago documenting his own experience of building a new home for BG East’s south campus in Florida, completed just a few months ago. I posted a few of those photos a couple of days ago, but there’s more. I’m pacing myself (and you) because this gallery is shockingly hot and enticing to pour over!

A few days ago I posted the before-and-after shots of the new matroom, from blank canvas transformed into homoerotic wrestling context. There was a preview of X-Fights 35 in that batch, starring rising star Lorenzo Lowe and hunky ginger rookie Steve Ponce, as well as a pair of wrestlers who we can’t quite see their faces, but holy hell I’d bet my retirement fund that I recognize that ass in blue! Today, I’m sharing some of the before and after shots of making an open warehouse storage space into the setting for what will be, I guarantee you, some of my favorite homoerotic wrestling fare.

Constructing the new ring room at the south campus was completed by some of the hottest on camera talent that BG East currently offers. I hope there was at least one in the bunch that is, in his day job, a carpenter (or had supervision), because the BG East ring inevitably takes quite a beating.

And just to demonstrate some of the beating that the ring has already taken, The Boss sent along some incredibly generous preview pics of matches not yet released.  You may not know this, but the BG East boys guard their trade secrets (and particularly their unreleased catalog of homoerotic wrestling treasure) with an icy cold seriousness. I once talked a wrestler into smuggling out some candid, behind the scenes shots of a BG East taping, and holy fuck, heads rolled! So getting a glimpse of stunning beauty like this not yet for sale at BG East is quite a treat for you and me!

Some of the wrestlers baptizing the new ring with their copious sweat I don’t recognize; some of them I do. All of them, however, I want to get to know a lot better!  Less than a handful of action shots starring the likes of long-time friend of this blog, Kid Karisma and massive muscleman I’d love to cozy up to, Dev Michaels, and I’m already sweating bullets and having to adjust myself.

All good storytelling, as far as I’m concerned, has compelling character development and an engaging plot, but an oft-overlooked aspect of good writing that can (and frequently does) absolutely kill a story is how well it’s set. I’m one of those readers who enjoy paragraphs of description that transport me inside the scene. When I write homoerotic wrestling fiction, I typically edit out pages and pages of background and ancillary detail in order to maintain the focus and pacing, but I always, always, always start writing by writing context. BG East has once again constructed a compelling context, harkening to classic pro wrestling with a dash of for-gay-eyes-only intimacy. The muted color palette is apt background for the stunning beauty of the bodies and action inside the ring, but there’s nothing unimportant about a carefully painted background. As with everything, I sense that BG East has sweated long and hard over the details that we are expected to take for granted, like lighting, like textures and sound quality. It’s the boys body slamming and pouring sweat over one another that hold our attention, of course, but there’s a world that’s been painted around them that is an essential element to the well told homoerotic wrestling story.  Once again, BG East does it right.

The boys at BG East, both in front of the camera and behind it, deserve a boatload of respect for the days and days that they invest for every minute of homoerotic wrestling entertainment that they produce. Athletes, wrestlers, hunks, beautiful men, everyone of them, with awesome gifts for engaging all the senses in producing provocative, inspiring, and undeniably hot homoerotic wrestling. Thanks for what you do, and for letting us get just a glimpse of what we don’t see on camera.

It turns out that neverland isn’t the only spot that’s staked out new digs.  None other than BG East’s Boss sent me an incredibly sweet housewarming present for neverland, in the form of several photos of BG East’s new south campus facilities. We’ve seen some glimpses of the new setting, including Gold Shaft’s erotic initiation of babyface angel Lauden Sevior in Sunshine Shooters 6. The Boss told me that in the handful of months it’s been in operation, their new Florida digs have been the setting for more than 30 matches taped already, not to mention hosting visiting wrestlers overnight and providing the background for whatever off camera calisthenics they get up to.  While I’m still hanging the pictures on the walls here at sidelineland.com, I can identify with what is obviously a bit of excitement on the part of the BG East boys about setting up their new facilities, placing things where they should go, crafting a blank canvas into the ideal context for supercharged homoerotic wrestling to happen.

Reiterating BG East’s long-standing mantra of being a wrestling company run by wrestlers, we can see in this first batch of photos of the initial set-up of the new facilities that it’s the boys on camera making what’s off camera work. I’ve frequently remarked on certain homoerotic wrestlers whose bodies are built in such a way that there’s simply no better application of their beautiful brawn than to rip off their clothes and throw them into a wrestling ring. From these shots, clearly the second most perfect application of all that beautiful brawn is serving as stage crew.

If you like what you see and are interested in renting the new second holiest site in the world of BG East, you very well may be in luck. Between BG East tapings, these facilities are available for private rental. Can you imagine inviting a group of your closest hardbodied wrestling-and-fuck-buddies to Florida for an overnight orgy of homoerotic wrestling with the sights, smells, and psychic imprint of BG East’s gorgeous stars surrounding you? I can!  The facilities include a kitchen, a massage room, a shower and 2 baths, as well. To see about reserving the space for your (or my) birthday blowout, drop an email to the BGE boy in charge of the south campus: ziowrestler@yahoo.com.  Tell them Bard sent you, in case I get a commission (I won’t).

I’ve been struggling with wanting to post something, but not wanting to disrespect the victims and survivors of the Boston marathon bombings by being as frivolous as is my default here at neverland.  I’ll keep this brief, so as to not get too distracted from my main point, which is my affection and respect for Boston at all times, and most poignantly over the last couple of days.  The time I enjoyed spending there taught me some lessons about Boston and Bostonians.  For example, I come from a metropolis where people are fastidious about braking for pedestrians.  Not so, Boston.  They’ll run you down in a heartbeat, crosswalk or no.  I learned that it’s not that they are contemptuous of pedestrians.  They do not wish them harm.  It’s simply that they trust that pedestrians are tough and savvy enough to know better than to cross a street in front of oncoming traffic.  It’s certainly not that they aren’t looking out for each other, but rather they count on each other to be smart and exercise common sense survival instincts.  In the time I’ve spent in Boston I witnessed a lot of honking, a good deal of yelling, and a fearlessness about casual confrontation.  I also enjoyed random Bostonians striking up friendly conversations with me about my tattoos, why I was there in the city, if I knew about the best places for connoli (none of these things would ever occur in my uptight and icy hometown at the time).  Unlike other places I’ve lived, I found Boston not at all shy, not reserved, neither in swearing at you for being in the way or shooting the breeze with you about where you got your ink.

While the bombings will undoubtedly leave a lasting impact on Boston and the rest of us, I have to think that there’s something fundamentally bostonian that it is tough as hell, practical and pragmatic, unafraid of confrontation, and not at all reticent to reach out to a stranger with genuine interest and friendship, that no assholes with explosives can make a dent in.  And I can think of nothing more appropriate than for said assholes to be identified and dropped on the streets in South Boston just after the bars close.  I’m not a fan of state-enacted executions of criminals, but somehow I don’t seem to have a problem with the idea of some man-on-the-street Boston justice in this case.

To my Boston-based friends and family, know that we’re thinking about you, hurting with you, and knowing that “terror” is the furthest thing from your hearts.

And at the risk of devolving into the frivolous, here are just a few of some of my favorite examples of “Boston justice,” courtesy of my very favorite Boston-area based homoerotic wrestling producer…

  

Several regular readers have noticed that I’ve been conspicuously less frequent in my postings over the past several weeks. While the ebb and flow of life has often generated this pattern in the past, I need to announce some major changes here at neverland based on a good deal of introspection, soul-searching, and, frankly, intensive psychotherapy.

First, I’m not discontinuing neverland, in case that’s what anyone is thinking. I’ll continue to post here about the infinite trivialities running through my head as has been, in general, my style for the past nearly 4 years.

However, I’ve been led through extensive meditation and life-review that my infatuation with homoerotic wrestling has become too limited and limiting. I’ve somehow made a ridiculous amount of hay for nearly 4 years out of a singular fixation on the eroticism of wrestling. What about the romantic allure of gentle tenderness and kindness? What about the erotic delights of a spiritual connection with another human being? My tunnel-visioned focus on grunting, sweating, aggressive, trash-talking, body pounding, joint wrenching, humiliating domination through the performance art of professional wrestling for gay eyes is surely not all that there is to a satisfying, robust, well-rounded libido.

Therefore, based on my introspection and some advice from my therapist, starting today, I’m going to begin blogging about a more thoughtful and comprehensive view of what can turn me on, including things like flowers, walks in the park, cuddling by the fire, and sensual, loving erotic massage. While wrestling topics may pop up now and then, I will begin exploring a more diverse and expansive understanding of the erotic. I hope that you will respect this course correction and new focus, and chime in with your own thoughts on what, other than wrestling, turns you on.

Sincerely,
Bard