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Reader’s Choice Poll – From the Hall of Fame

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I feel a little like Don Quixote, battling with the windmills that Google places in my way. You don’t see it happening, but I’ve been driven nearly crazy over the last several days struggling with Blogger. Every time there’s an “upgrade” in Blogger, for some reason blogging becomes more difficult. Ah, progress! I’ll keep jousting with our Google overlords to try to keep this homoerotic wrestling engine running. In the mean time, it’s time for the monthly reader’s poll. In the navbar to the right, you’ll see a new page link for the Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month Hall of Fame. Mostly to keep them all straight in my own mind, I’ve compiled the official list of all the prior (and current) wrestlers-of-the-month here at neverland.  On the one hand, the exercise of creating the page was mindblowingly infuriating because of Blogger graphics bullshit. On the other, it was quite titillating, thumbing through the highlights of the stars of recent releases over the past two and a half years.  It’s a who’s-who of the boys currently wrestling who get my blood rushing. There are some standouts who have also risen to the elite status of overall favorites, like Trent Diesel, Rusty Stevens, Kid Karisma, Mitch Colby, and Lon Dumont. There’s one, and only one, two-time title holder who I’m missing like CRAZY since Naked Kombat when belly-up. There was the one month that I couldn’t decide between opponents Brook Stetson and Mitch, so they both won the title locked in one lusty, long-held sweaty embrace for all posterity.  There’s rookie Landon Mycles, the only wrestler of the month to take the title with his debut wrestling match. There are cocks-out pornboys like Trent and Landon as well as DJ, Rex Braddock, and Aryx Quinn. Several wrestlers with clear amateur wrestling credential populate the Hall of Fame, like Denny Cartier, Jonny Firestorm, Jake Jenkins, and Eli Black. And there are plenty of indy pro ringmasters working that magic that works me so hard in the ring, like Bobby Horton, Jonny, and Lon. The vast majority of the Hall of Famers so far have been white, but a few smoking hot wrestlers of color have made the list, like Lucas Payne (multi-racial, I believe), Z–Man (rumor is, Latino), and Charlie Panther (black and beautiful).

So this walk down memory lane made me think what a good idea it would have been to have a “wrestler of the year” award. Perhaps I’ll think of it next December to pull it off for 2012 (somebody remind me). In the mean time, I’m opening up a reader’s poll for you to pick who among the current 20 Hall of Famers is the hottest homoerotic wrestler in the bunch. Month by month, I picked these boys based primarily on their performances in new releases. But for this poll, feel free to give a nod to the wrestler whose whole body of work (or just his body) gets your juices flowing the most.  It’s a little of an odd exercise, since you’re being asked to choose your favorite from among the list of my favorites (no write-ins this poll). But I’m an odd guy, and if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times that this blog is unabashedly about me and my tastes first and foremost. So vote at the right. I’ll leave the poll up for a couple of days for you to consider your choice carefully. You can explain your reasoning, if you’d like, in the comment section below.

Row 1: Trent Diesel, Bobby Horton, Enforcer, Landon Mycles
Row 2: Trent Diesel, Denny Cartier, DJ, Ace Hanson
Row 3: Brook and Mitch, Lucas Payne, Jonny Firestorm, Jake Jenkins
Row 4: Kid Karisma, Rusty Stevens, Z-Man, Aryx Quinn
Row 5: Lon Dumont, Rex Braddock, Eli Black, Charlie Panther

Share the Wealth

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A new writer has posted a most excellent piece of homoerotic wrestling fiction at Sidelineland. Alex tells me that there’s a little bit of autobiography along with some very entertaining embellishment in his story of how competing national flags bring out the beast in two hot and horny underground wrestlers.

I’ve said this to Alex directly, and I’m happy to repeat it for neverland readers as well: Alex is a fantastic writer with an excellent taste for the moving parts of homoerotic wrestling kink. I’m already pestering him to write some more to share with us at Sidelineland. If you aren’t already signed up, do so here to get a gander at Alex’s match, “Flag vs. Flag: Canada vs. USA,” as well as other works from other authors (including me). Even better, take a page out of his book and send me some of your own original wrestling fiction!

And just a word of thanks to several readers who commented online and off after my recent post in which I explored some of the existential quandaries of a homoerotic wrestling blogger.  Kind words, encouragement, and occasional reminders that my prattling on is meaningful to a few others are sweet motivation to keep plugging away.  And I’m happy to report that it appears no one seems the worse for wear as a result of me declining to post paid advertisements here at neverland. Just to be completely transparent, I’m always more than happy to receive comped wrestling products to review (and secondarily add to my burgeoning collection). Between review copies and the occasional positive reader feedback and  talented, courageous souls like Alex sending me some hot wrestling fiction to share, I’m feeling well-rewarded for my efforts.

Shane’s Big Break continues

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A little over a year ago, reader and contributor Bearhugs sent me a challenge. He started writing a fictional piece about professional wrestling. It starred a couple of high school buddies a few years out of high school. The “main” character is Shane. After learning that it’s all downhill after being the star quarterback in high school, he’s back in town. He’s not exactly long on brains, but he’s got balls to spare.  When he sees his old high school chum Neil at the gym, he hits him up for a little career starter.
Shane thinks he’s ready for action.
Seems that Neil had made quite a name for himself in the local professional wrestling operation since graduation. He’d always been on the wrestling team in school, but he’d committed himself like a maniac to making the transition to the pros. He’s a massive muscle beast. He’s sculpted and smart. And he’s an occasional headliner on the local card. Unfortunately for Neil, he’s a headliner as the local face-chump who’s endlessly featured in one storyline after another in which nasty heels use all their dirty tricks to overcome his physical superiority and humiliate him for the rubes in the seats. Shane has seen Neil on the local TV broadcast of the wrestling show, getting his big, muscle ass kicked back and forth across the ring. It doesn’t look so tough to Shane. Maybe his old high school buddy will pull some strings for him to get him a shot in the ring? Who knows, with Shane’s past as the local hero star quarterback, maybe he could generate a little income for himself to live on.
Neil’s got brains, brawn, and tons of ambition
Little did Shane know that Neil was about 3 steps ahead of him. He arranges to introduce Shane to the wrestling audience the next weekly broadcast. They plan a friendly romp, with big Neil showing Shane the ropes and giving him the welcome that a rookie deserves. But Neil’s got much, much bigger plans in store for Shane. He beats the living shit of his “old buddy.” Neil uses the opportunity to make a monumental heel turn, absolutely crushing Shane brutally as the crowds in the stands turn on the big bully.
Mikey: Shane’s Savior?
That’s where Bearhugs handed the bit over to me. It was a challenge I just couldn’t resist. I wrote “part 2” of Shane’s Big Break, in which Neil introduces Shane to the after-party, where High Rollers with deep pockets get their own show after the masses have left the building. What happens when the High Rollers start laying down cash is completely up to them. Neil’s heel turn has ignited their imaginations, and they pay good money to see Shane fucked up, both figuratively and literally, in a made-to-order, full contact, full frontal assault.  I’d intended the story to stop there, but the characters sort of stayed with me, and before I knew it, there was a part 3 of Shane’s Big Break, in which he decides the allure of a paycheck is worth the risk of a repeat of his nasty humiliations the week before. He shows up for a second week and faces off with savvy lightweight hottie and former champion, Mikey. As per arrangement, Shane cements himself as the sympathetic, heroic fan favorite by besting Mikey. However, Neil interrupts his celebration, charging the ring and laying a beat down on the both of them. 
Just a couple days ago, I posted part 4 of Shane’s Big Break, in which the High Rollers put in an order for a heaping helping of all three studs. Shane is terrified that he’s about to get fucked raw again, but Mikey, the savvy veteran, may be Shane’s saving grace. It’s all up to the High Rollers, of course, but between the force of will of big, muscle freak Neil and lean, mean lightweight Mikey, who would you prefer to see climb on top and pound out some back room homoerotic domination?
These and many more stories penned by me and others can be found at the Sidelineland group site. I’m always pleading for more of the hundreds of group members to submit a little of their own original work, so get off your asses and send me some hot wrestling fantasy fresh from your kinked imagination!

Santa Baby

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For those anticipating the arrival of a particular gift-bearing sugar daddy, I hope you get to check a whole lot of excellent items off of your wish list this evening. Knowing that someone purchased Hugh Jackman’s sweaty t-shirt gives me hope for a sweet, musky surprise in my stocking. And if we’re talking wishes, I’ve got my fingers crossed for one of the following Santas to appear, like magic, in my living room to deliver the goods. I’ll clear some floor space for a wrestling mat, just in case.  Now the real challenge is deciding which of these hunky Santas I’m wishing for most…
Prettyboy Santa
Prettyboy Santa here is making me feel awfully naughty and nice at the same time! Look at those massive shoulders! Full nelson, anyone?
Homicidal Santa

Goldberg as Ho-Ho Homicidal Santa in a movie that is so epically bad that it almost (but not quite) circles back around to become a cult classic… so wrong. But Santa as a musclebound heel? Now that could work…

Bright-Eyed Santa

 Bright-Eyed Santa here with a couple days of scruff is ready to get pinned. Whoever Santa didn’t get to visit before he showed up at my place would be shit out of luck, because this Santa stud isn’t going anywhere!

Surly Santa

 Surly Santa hunk here looks like he’s ready to shed the “jolly” and open up a can of whoop ass. Let me just clarify, I’ve been terribly, terribly naughty this year, Santa. Teach me a lesson, muscle man!

Naked Santa

This Santa appears ready for a naked wrestling romp, which makes him rise up my wish list of which Santa I’m hoping for most of all. The dopey, dimpled grin suggests that this bare Santa may be destined to be my jobber boy. If I learned anything this year, Lon Dumont taught me that you can’t be too smiley and still manage to be a convincing heel.

Punk-ass Santa

 This Punk-ass Santa has got something to prove, and I, for one, would be happy to crush his ego just as devastatingly as I crush his gym bunny body.

Pouty Santa (aka, Flamer Santa)

 Pouty Santa (aka, Sagger Santa) at first glance strikes me as too pretty end up anywhere other than under foot. However, as I consider a little longer, I’m getting a hit of a boa-brandishing flamer with the heartless core of a nasty heel. If this is the Santa that shows up fireside this evening, I could very well find myself tied up with that boa and tormented humiliatingly. Wish fulfilled!

Suspender Santa

 However, I think this is the Santa that’s top on my wish list, because I just can’t decide whether he’d be destined to rack me across his broad, beautiful shoulders, or whether I’d be dragging him across the floor by that handy red-tie.  I can picture Suspender Santa on either end of the stick. So I have no idea who’d end up on top, and that’s what makes him my fondest wish for a hunky, shirtless Santa to visit me for a long, long winter’s night!

On behalf of all the homoerotic wrestling Santa hunks and me, I hope this is a happy night for all the friends and fans of neverland!

Ken-dred Spirits

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I’ve hardly been subtle when it comes to my keen interest in interviewing homoerotic wrestlers. Reading Joe’s awesome interviews has given me a powerful craving to sit down with the athletes that have inspired so many of my fondest erotic fantasies and find out what it’s like being on their side of the camera. My interview with reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month and favorite homoerotic wrestler (non-pornboy division), Lon Dumont, pretty much gave me a natural high for about three months earlier this year. So it’s no wonder that I was ecstatic to receive an email from classic BG East jobber and hot, hairy, über-proudly Canadian, Ken Canada.

Turns out, Ken reads neverland! He had some interesting insights to share about some of our favorite current BG East wrestlers that we might like to double-team together (watch your back, Mr. Joshua!). Ever the intrepid pseudo-journalist and homoerotic wrestling fanatic, I followed up by asking Ken if he’d be willing to give me an interview. I tried to be all cool and non-chalant about it (while silently pleading to Gaelic gods of my ancestors, who I don’t actually believe in, for him to say yes). His enthusiastic agreement gave me a shot of adrenaline that’s still pumping through my veins.

Here’s the first half of our extensive conversation about Ken Canada’s journey of self-discovery through the world of homoerotic wrestling. I’m including links to the wrestling videos that he mentions (you’re going to want to re-discover these gems!), and I’ll post the second half of the interview tomorrow. So sit back, enjoy, and if you’re at all like me, you’ll be delighted to find that Ken Canada will charm the pants off you!


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BG East’s Ken Canada

Bard: Let me just say again, for the record, how thrilled and humbled I am to get to interview The Ken Canada! How did you first get involved in wrestling?

Ken: Well… I clearly recall being “turned on” to pro wrestling since the age of about twelve or thirteen. Once the matches had begun, I was mesmerized by them! Back then, the different wrestling programs had new faces (and bodies) almost every week. Mostly, the “fresh meat” came in the form of jobbers. Each week I’d be frozen in front of the tube absorbing all the images of hunky guys being tossed around, spladled, Boston Crabbed, sleepered, etc. into screaming submission. I’d loved it then…and I still love it now…even more!

Bard: Sounds like the jobbers really grabbed your attention early on.

Ken: Actually, the big, bad, muscular heels, who were occasionally “masked” (bonus!) were always my secretly erotic favorites. I loved when they’d throw handsome, muscular jobbers around the ring, suspend them over their knees and then sadistically smile, as they’d hold the poor muscle boys in sadistically agonizing “back breakers”; a hold which best displayed the jobbers’ invitingly bulging packages to the ever-voyeuristic camera and, vicariously, to the overly-horny young guys (just like me) watching from their homes.
Bard: I’m with you 100% on the perfection of a backbreaker for showing off a suffering hunk! Who were your favorites?

Ken: Among the hunk jobbers – and there’ve been so many over the years to “ogle” – Tom Zenk has always been closest to my heart…and to my more “southerly” body parts as well! Tommy Zenk’s still my all time favorite jobber. Aside from being drop dead gorgeous and having formerly held the very prestigious bodybuilding title of Mr. Minnesota, Tommy has always maintained his extraordinary body, keeping it in prime condition. Ever the consummate jobber, he also knew well which body positions he should adopt when being beaten down within the ring. While he’d be sprawled out upon on the ring floor, Z-Man excelled at “selling” feigned jobber agony by writhing about in a myriad of delightfully arousing contorted body positions – offering his audience a wide variety of sexually stimulating images, which (and thank God for VCR’s…and for the even more recent, and much better, PVR’s) they’d often tirelessly “scrotum-ize” over in private later. And so, it was via the pausing and then slow-mo forwarding of sexually arousing images of such wrestlers as Z-Man, Brad Armstrong, Steve Strong, Alex Wright, Rene Dupree, Romeo Roselli, etc. that I’d mitigated what would have otherwise been a somewhat traumatic, kicking-and-screaming eventual acceptance of my own homosexuality. These televised wrestlers became my brothers…my “Ken-dred” spirits!

Bard: I can totally identify. There’s a reason Tom Zenk in mid-dropkick is the banner image for my blog. What a fantasy man! So when did you get tuned into explicitly homoerotic wrestling?

BG East Classic: Brian Baxter

Ken: When I was about twenty-eight, I was living in downtown Toronto, Ontario. I’d become friends with a couple of gay guys who shared my obsessive passion for pro-wrestling and for how I’d naturally eroticize the family-friendly ring choreography in the televised matches. One afternoon, one of my buddies had invited me over to his place to watch a new video that he’d recently received in the mail from an erotic wrestling company out of Pembroke, Massachusetts, called, BG East Wrestling. I sat next to him transfixed upon the screen. I couldn’t believe that what had been going on inside my mind over the past twelve or more years, had actually been captured on film! It seemed surreal! This life altering match, which had effectively served to throw open my morally locked flood gates and to subsequently release the long, backed-up flood waters within me, featured Brian Baxter and the head of the BG East empire himself…Mr. Kid Leopard. It was, and still is, a wildly hot, sexually explosive match.

Bard: Superbouts 1! I’ve got that on DVD, and it’s fantastic! Baxter drips cocky, smart-ass sexuality and KL pushes every single button I’ve got. I can completely understand how that match could catalyze a burgeoning wrestling kink!

Ken: It’s awesome!!! I ‘d bought one on video years ago, but I think it’s time that I order the upgraded, DVD version myself! Before leaving my friend’s apartment, I’d written down the BG East mailing address, which appeared at the end of the video. The next evening, I wrote a short note to Kid Leopard, in which I’d asked him if he ever welcomed Canadian guys to have a shot at becoming a BG East wrestler, and I’d mailed it off to him that next morning. I guess it was about maybe ten days or two weeks later; I was home making dinner and the phone rang. It was Kid Leopard himself! I couldn’t believe it! I felt just like a “gob-smacked”, word-challenged groupie!

Bard: Holy crap! Just like that? You see your first homoerotic wrestling match and two weeks later you’re talking to The Boss of BG East?! That’s incredible! When was this?

Ken hanging out in Pembroke

Ken: I think the call came sometime in the spring of 1996. I’m pretty sure it was then, because, by the end of our conversation – which lasted over half an hour – Kid Leopard had invited me down to Pembroke, Massachusetts for the coming July Fourth weekend. He’d also invited maybe twelve or fifteen veteran BG East wrestlers from his wrestlers’ stable in order to film some hot wrestling matches in between the partying times. I’d arrived late on the Friday afternoon. I remember that my heart was racing wildly as I walked up to the front door. Now, here I was, on the doorstep of Kid Leopard’s lair and of the home of BG East. As the door opened, Kid Leopard greeted me with a big, grinning smile and a strong, wrestler’s handshake.

Bard: I know what you mean! I was there this summer, and my heart was racing when I stood there on the doorstep and KL opened the door. The BG East compound is amazing, isn’t it?

Ken: The house was magnificent. Everywhere I looked, the place dripped with tasteful elegance tempered by touches of cozy comfort. It felt like how home should feel. Within moments, I was downstairs in the Mat Room. There I was…actually standing on the BG East, black wrestling mats with their signature logo, where many young, muscular wrestling studs had lost their match, their dignity and puddles of hard- earned sweat, among other precious bodily fluids. Oh! If only those mats could talk! And then we headed back upstairs..all the way up to the uppermost floor to the BG East Ring Room! As the door to the room swung open and the ring became visible, I suddenly felt a small lump form in my throat. Wow! This is it! The mother lode! I felt just like Richard Dreyfus’ character must’ve felt in Speilberg’s, “Close Encounters Of The Third Kind”…awestruck, mesmerized, and not wanting to be anywhere else! This was it; my raison d’être. I wanted to climb up and enter that mothership of spaces and to be instantly transported up, up and away from this humdrum world. I just needed someone to pinch me in order to truly know that it was really real, and that I wasn’t just in the middle of some wonderful, but short-lived dream!

Bard: You were living a fantasy thousands of us have dreamed of!

BG East’s Sal Bruno

Ken: That next day, Saturday, I received more than a mere pinch. I was punched, slapped, stretched, spread-eagled, and had my eagerly churning baby-makers punched and squeezed repeatedly by none other than big, bulging, sexy, sadistic heel, Sal Bruno. My inaugural BG East match was up against this hunky, muscular, goatee-sporting, monster heel of a man.

Bard: Looks like that was the only BG East match Sal Bruno wrestled. He looks like he was quite a hunk! What was it like to stand there in the ring with him?

Ken: He’d just keep coming at me in the ring relentlessly! Sure. I’d asked…O.K., begged for everything that was about to be handed me. And, as the old adage goes and as I would all too soon come to learn (…and painfully so): “Be careful what you ask for!” Sal Bruno pulled no punches. He did pull my hair, though. Reciprocating proved pretty challenging though. He was/is still pretty much bald, but I have to say that bald was, and shall always most definitely be, a very sexy look on Sal!

Ken Canada’s introduction to BG East wrestling 

Bard: Some of my favorite wrestlers are bald. What was your game plan against him?

Ken: So, failing at any attempts to strike back at the big lug by means of hair pulling, I was forced to resort to a more accessible target: the big, blue elephant in the room… Sal’s massive bulge. That was to be my intended target… prominent, hard to miss, and it appeared to grow even larger with every passing moment of our match! It was kinda’ exciting being trapped beneath Sal’s massive, sweaty bulge, though. OK, I have to admit that most of my protests to the contrary were merely weak attempts at acting like I was feeling humiliated or abused. Truth be known, I loved every moment that this big, hunky heel’s swollen, blue basket was pressed into/onto my face; covering and smothering my nose and mouth so that all I could breath and taste was Sal’s intoxicating man scent! (Ohhh, YEAHHHHHH! )

Bard: Oh my God. I may have to take a break here. This is turning me on! Oh, fuck it. I want to hear more…

Ken: The next night, I was to experience yet another unbelievably wonderful wrestling dream: BG East’s first ever oil-wrestling orgy in which every body part of every BG East wrestler who’d been there that weekend had been slathered up with oil and then thrown into the hot, writhing fray. Kid Leopard had called it, “Wrestlefest 1,” and all I can remember about having been part of it, is how I’ve never experienced anything even remotely close to the raunchy thrills I was experiencing in the BG East ring on that magical evening.

Ken Canada right where he belongs: the the middle of BG East’s Battle R’Oil 

Bard: The Wrestlefest Battle R’Oil!!! What an insanely hot scenario! That match was a veritable who’s who of classic BG East fantasymen. Dark Rogers, Ian Nesbitt, DW, Shane McCall… if I’m not mistaken, it looks like you were having an insanely good time slathered in oil. Was it even half as over-the-top sexy as it looks?

Ken and his brothers-in-wrestling

Ken: On DVD, it looks hot, but believe me…actually being a part of it was ten times hotter! The arousing feeling of all those hot, slippery muscular bodies making full contact with each other, with many strong, curious hands eagerly reaching into each other’s bulging, oil-dripping spandex is unlike anything you’ve ever even dreamed of experiencing! And to add to the raunchiness, Kid Leopard had chosen to dim the room lights. Ahhhhhhh…Ohhhhh! Yeahhhhh! On my final night there, the film, “Independence Day” had just opened in the theaters, and I’d asked if we could all go as a group to see it. The film was a lot of fun, but what I’d most enjoyed that evening in that darkened theater was the feeling of being nestled next to my wrestling idols and newfound “brothers;” sharing something which went far beyond a movie – it felt almost as if I’d found a place in a second family which, up until that weekend, I didn’t even know I’d had. From a small group of like-minded, beautiful men who had, on that weekend, assembled in Pembroke, Massachusetts from all over the world, I’d made wonderful new friends, with whom I’ll be forever brothers in wrestling!

Bard: What a heart-warming image, picturing you all hanging out together and taking in a movie.

Ken: Yeah, I felt like I was sitting around the dinner table at the Walton’s house. “Good night, John Boy!”

Maintaining Focus

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Funny to think that two and a half years ago I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough to say about wrestling to populate a blog. I hedged my bets and gave myself a little flexibility to set the course for neverland to include anything pertaining to beautiful men, wrestling, and all things gay, with a hope to frequently light upon the intersection of all three: beautiful men engaged in homoerotic wrestling. After more than 700 posts and over 1.1 million page loads (!), my musings have tended to focus pretty consistently on homoerotic wrestling. Even when my thoughts drift into just admiring beautiful men or contemplating political debate surrounding the gays, I seem to unfailingly be able to pull any random threads back into the seamless quilt of homoerotic wrestling and my homoerotic wrestling imagination.

I occasionally wonder if I’ll just run out of things to say (not to even broach the topic of whether there’ll come a day when no one cares to listen). Then a new batch of homoerotic wrestling products will hit the market, or some beautiful hunk in pop culture intrudes into my wrestling fantasies, and I’m roaring ahead like there’s no tomorrow. I realize that I repeat myself… often. I’ve also been as transparent as possible in self-consciously contradicting myself… often. On rare occasions I hear word from readers who find one or both of these behaviors a moral failing. But the vast majority of comments and sidebar conversations seem to be abundantly gracious, encouraging, and simply happy to share a kinked sensibility that finds hot men wrestling for gay eyes to be a particularly supercharged version of homoeroticism.

While I get a lot of inspiration from non-wrestling sources, I’ve decided to hone the scope of my links and blog-follows here on the pages of neverland to include just the delightful world of homoerotic wrestling.  My blog counter tells me that nearly half the people who find this blog get here via one of the other awesomely entertaining homoerotic wrestling blogs. It feels like we’ve got a nice little corner of the internet staked out as our own territory these days, and I’m feeling like flying the homoerotic wrestling flag exclusively around here.

So in the next day or so, I’ll be cleaning up the updated reports of the blogs I follow and my links of note to just include those that reside within the bounds of our land. Of course the likes of Ringside at Skull Island, Wrestling Arsenal, Beefcakes of Wrestling, Piledrive U!,  and Rants, Roids n Rasslin will remain on my reading and recommended list. If I ever figure out how to get Blogger to recognize it, Cage Thunder’s most entertaining blog will also show up in my reading list (I read it regularly, just can’t seem to get it to show up in the reading list). Regular contributor around here and all around insightful wrestling kinkster Stay Puft has recently started blogging (after I’ve been urging him to for months), so I’m also happy to recommend the newest addition to our circle of interests: Inner Jobber. Just like the rest of the bloggers above, SP brings his own unique perspective on erotic wrestling that never fails to inspire and provoke me.

I’ll continue to cite my sources obsessively, as is my way, including the pop culture, gay hotties, and other random sites and blogs that inspire me regularly. But I’ll just cite them as I call them out in posts, rather than as running links in the reference tab of neverland. I’m also always looking for new homoerotic wrestling sites to add to my regular reading list, so let me know when you find a new one (or start one of your own!). And I’ll keep my eye on the growing graveyard of wrestling blogs begun and abandoned, in the hope of celebrating a resurrection of another entertaining voice in the chorus of fans of homoerotic wrestling.

Name That Ass

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I’m pretty certain that no one, but no one, loves a good game of Name That Ass nearly as much as I. Despite that fact, and in honor of the beginning of another school year, here’s a brand new quiz with the  invigorating smell of mimeograph still clinging to the page. Your reward for being the first to name all 5 of the following asses, as well as their opponents in the matches pictured, will earn you top marks, the right to pick the next Name That quiz genre, and elevation alongside of Topher as the only students to run the board in a Name That quiz. I think relatively novice homoerotic wrestling fans should get a couple of these glorious glutes. Well-versed fanatics will likely get 3 or 4. It’s the seriously obsessive homoerotic wrestling fanatical nerd who will name them all and recognize their opponents. Let’s hear from you, fellow nerds!…
Ass #1:
If you’ve ever seen these muscled buttocks, the image has remained seared in your brain. And if you’re at all like me, they’ve popped up with some frequency in sex fantasies. Everything about this man is distinctive, and I, for one, would recognize that ass anywhere!
Ass #2:
That, my friends, is a tasty ass! Doesn’t that just scream out for a severe tongue lashing?! His opponents (hint, hint) for this match lashed him with a whole boatload of other methods, but not their tongues, sadly.
Ass #3:

Don’t recognize this ass? For shame! The owner of this ass has already been guaranteed a spot in this blog’s favorite moments of the year wrap up that I do as the clock ticks down on each calendar year.
Ass #4:

Just look at those perfectly round glutes! This entry leaves a little more of a “classic” taste on the palate, so relatively old school homoerotic wrestling fans may have a leg up in identifying this beautiful piece of ass. I think it’s an expert, indeed, who can name his opponent as well!
Ass #5:

To quote Maggie Smith (which I do often), “Yummy, yummy, yummy!” This close up is a work of art, I think, and the inspiration to yank so brutally on those fluorescent trunks is pure genius. Whether you can name this ass or not, I think we should all be able to agree that just taking some time to linger on the image is reward enough. My guess (I’m often wrong) is that this will be the toughest item on today’s quiz, separating the boys from the men. I’m hopeful that I’ll hear from some men who can put their finger on the identity of these simply gorgeous, shiny glutes.

So welcome back to school, everyone! I hope to hear from you all what sexy wrestling adventures you got up to over the summer break. And even if you can’t name all of the asses above, feel free to submit your work (single-spaced, 1″ margins) in the comments below, to let us know how far you got. You may begin…

Legacies

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I read a sci-fi short story at some point in my youth, I believe, in which people have the job of deleting electronic files that accumulate over the course of a person’s lifetime. I’m pretty sure I read this well before there were “blogs,” but the idea was already there that people would utilize networked computer technology to broadcast themselves, their trivial thoughts, their kinky dreams, their bad poetry, etc., and their archives would live on well past their deaths. The technological equivalent of garbage collectors would be tasked with combing through the piles of electronic stuff left over at the end of a life in order to clean things up and to delete the electronic echo of a person’s life and creative spirit.

What reminds me of this short story (I can’t remember the name… let me know if it sounds familiar), is wondering what happened to the Just Beautiful Men blog. I checked that blog regularly for quite a while because, well, obviously, it was filled with images of beautiful men. The blog is still there, but it hasn’t been updated since October 29 of last year. I just emailed the blogger… hoping to hear that he’s just moved on and doesn’t have the time it takes to invest in posting new material (trust me, I’d understand). On the other hand, it makes me think about my own legacy and what happens to the ridiculous amounts of myself that I’ve invested in neverland over the past two and half years. What happens to neverland, to my homoerotic wrestling fiction, to my passions and musings and bad poetry when I die?
Dark, huh? Well, in honor of the inspiration that Just Beautiful Men has brought me, and as a send-up to my own longing for eternal clemency from the big delete button in the sky, I’ve worked the simply beautiful man featured so tantalizingly on the last post of JBM into my homoerotic wrestling fiction. This is hardly some work of charity, of course. This guy is astonishingly beautiful. The photos nearly make me cry looking at them (which was a frequent reaction I had to Just Beautiful Men). So this blond adonis hardly needs any justification for earning a spot in my homoerotic imagination or in the pages of my fiction.
As summer fights valiantly to fend off the encroaching autumn, I’m particularly loving the sight of thick, muscular thighs, which the coverboy in question has in abundance. JBM thinks that the awe-inspiring hunk may be Danish. I’d buy it. Scandinavian boys have been turning my head hard lately.
So next up for me in the download of my vanity will be a Sidelineland short story, the next chapter in the Brothers in Arms superhero serial, which will include the introduction of a character built on the physical, aesthetic template of the most recent Just Beautiful Men coverboy. And if JBM is still out there and kicking, I hope he’ll shot me an email to let me know that life is simply too engaging (and hopefully pleasing) for him to have had time in the past 11 months to post.

Mindfulness

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Miss me? I’ve been gone yet again for an extended time of travel. This time, while it kept me apart from internet connectivity for a while, I did enjoy some very relaxing time to write. As a result, I’ve made headway on a couple of different Sidelineland fictional homoerotic wrestling stories.

Model Anthony Gallo –
Inspiring a new character in Sidelineland’s “Brothers in Arms”

While away and delighting in scoping out Scandinavian hunks worshipping some unexpected mid-September warmth and sunshine, my thoughts oddly returned often to this blog. Not being able to post forced me into a more mindful, meditative place. From time to time, that’s probably a really good thing. As a result, I’ve thought of a few things that I’d like to do around here to shake things up ever so slightly.

Sweden’s Calle Ericksson is just the
tip of the Scandinavian iceberg!

My first innovation is adding my current playlist to the widget bar at the side of the page. By “playlist,” I’m referring to what were the most recent homoerotic wrestling matches that topped me off. I hope that it continues to provoke more sharing about what readers are watching and enjoying and being inspired by. I’m also just interested in taking note of where my tastes take me through my library of homoerotic wrestling – are there patterns, types of wrestling, wrestlers, holds or scenarios that show up over time? Does my assessment of my tastes and preferences line up with my actual behavior? Just curious, and I’m sharing just to feed the random curiosity of those of you who might be interested.

The homoerotic wrestling that satisfied me most recently:
Kid Karisma’s figure-4 choke on barefoot Jake Jenkins in
BG East’s Hunkbash 12: No Mercy

I’ve got a few more ideas for what I’d like to do or do differently around neverland. I’ll announce them as I put them into place in the coming weeks. In the mean time, thanks for your patience, concern, enthusiasm, encouragement, and shared passion for homoerotic wrestling!

Rugged Action – The Homoerotic Wrestling Imagination

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During my visit to BG East this summer, I had an opportunity to get a sneak peak at stills from their upcoming releases. Turns out, one of the new releases will be the next story from the Rugged Action wrestling comic series. Since I’m a fan, this caught my eye. The Boss generously put me in touch with Rugged Action artist Dan, who in turn graciously granted me an interview.

Bard: Thanks so much for being open to answering some questions! I love your Rugged Action series, and I’m fascinated to hear about what inspires you.  So which came first for you: drawing or your interest in wrestling?


Dan: Drawing. It’s the old cliche, I was drawing before I could read or write.  I used to make up stories in picture book form.  My dad thought I was a genius, my mom thought I was nuts.  I basically taught myself, although once I discovered comic books, I tried to copy them.  First it was the Harvey books (Casper, Hot Stuff) but later it was Archie.  I was a huge Archie fanatic.  I wanted to work for them when I grew up so I practiced that style for hours.  Wrote them a letter in my teens, with some samples of my work.  They sent me a polite rejection letter advising me to get an education first, so I went to University to study art, for a while.  It was there that I came out, and soon dropped out.  I discovered Tom of Finland in this period, and I admired the way he drew leather pants and boots, so he was a huge influence on me as well.  Other artists I admired were Jack Cole (Plastic Man), H. G. Peter (Wonder Woman), Will Eisner (Spirit) and more recently Michael Allred (Madman) & Jaime Hernandez (Love & Rockets).

My interest in wrestling came around the same time I discovered Archie, during puberty.  I’m convinced that what makes my strip so likeable to some is that they probably also developed their sexuality while watching pro wrestling on TV and reading Archie comics.  I was around ten when I had my first wrestling experience with a neighbor boy a year older than me.  We were friends and one day he confided in me that he liked to get into fights.  Oh, I said…he went on to say that he REALLY liked to fight.  Hmmmm.  One day he turns to me and says, “Let’s pretend we’re drunk!,” and he got me into a headlock.  I countered, and the wrestling match was on.  I’d been a very shy and somewhat effeminate boy, and there was a thrill to be doing something so “manly.”  We both had huge hard-ons, and we wrestled for what seemed like hours.  I could feel the heat from his crotch, and we must have cum, because later I discovered my underpants caked in something.  I didn’t know I was having sex.  I was so innocent.  I just thought the hard penis meant I was tough! [Laughing].  We wrestled for about 3 years everyday, and the matches would get sooo intense.  We would push it further every time, rougher and rougher.  Soon I found another boy to “fight.”  And those matches were even wilder.  By the time, I reached junior high, however, it was over.  My friends must have been clued in as to what we were “really” doing and told everybody in school.  After that I suffered the usual homophobia.  But nobody ever bashed me though. They thought it would turn me on. [Laughing]
Bard: I had the same experience of having a wrestling buddy as a kid, and it was intensely arousing for me. One day he announced that he didn’t want to wrestle anymore, and I could tell the he knew that it meant something more for me than it did for him. So, tell me about when you started working on the Rugged Action series.
Buff – Rugged Action headliner

Dan: I started working on Rugged Action in ’97.  Wrestling had not been a part of my gay life when I came out, and the only reference to it I found was a brief entry in “The Joy of Gay Sex”.  I didn’t meet anyone in the scene, so I had sex and relationships without it.  Still I was never quite satisfied.  Something was missing.  The 90’s were a great time of discovery.  Interest in Bettie Page and fetish grew in the mainstream media.  I discovered a reprint of Bob Mizer’s “Physique Pictorial” full of Tom of Finland stuff, but also to my surprise and delight, wrestling!  I hadn’t done any artwork since leaving school, and I was on disability for chronic pain when someone suggested I take it up again.  A friend said, “Do something twisted!”  So I thought, how about a gay wrestling fetish Archie comic drawn by Tom of Finland with a punk rock look and attitude!?  And so Biff and Buff were born.

Bard: What a fantastic formula for inspiration! Who’s your favorite character that you draw, and why?
Dan: My favorite character is probably Buff.  He’s the guy I wished I’d been.  He’s a cross between Alan M from Josie and the Pussycats, Billy Idol, the Vegetable from the cult movie “Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!,” and Arch Hall Jr. [Laughing]. I don’t really have a favorite; I’m fickle.  I fall in love with one, draw him until I’m sick of him then move on to someone else.  They are all guys I would have loved to wrestle in real life.
Buck Hunter – Bard’s #1 favorite
Rugged Action star

Bard: Personally, I have to say I have a crush on Buck Hunter. I was pulling for him to really lower the boom on Buff in Rugged Action 3. Any wrestling hunk who seems to enjoy pulling hair that much is tops with me! Do you have any particular favorites when it comes to moves, holds, gear or gimmicks in wrestling?

Dan: [Laughing] Hair pulling is definitely a favourite of mine (when I still had hair to pull).  I especially liked it when my opponent pulled mine first, then watch out!  Poor guy. You’ll see Buck Hunter in a Mud match with Biff.  You’re gonna love that one. When it comes to moves, no holds barred.  Loved bearhugs and scissors of course, but the piece de resistance for me was at the climax, clenched together on the ground, sweaty, exhausted, grunting, punching, biting, rolling back and forth, pounding our crotches together, then whammo! The tense rigid moment as we both shoot our loads.  As for gear, boots are a must.  Black is my fave, but brown, red, blue or white will do.  Actually you’ll see all kinds of gear in the strip from singlets to leather pants.
Bard: Whammo, indeed! Does your art turn you on (obviously, it does me!)? I work out some of my own fantasies in fiction text-based wrestling, and I find it powerfully erotic to pull from my imagination and put it on the page. Is your art similar to that?
Dan: Yeah, in fact Tom of Finland always said that if a drawing didn’t give him a hard-on, it was no good.  I try to maintain that level.  Of course they are my fantasies, but increasingly they are gaining a life of their own. [Laughing]
Bard: What’s the toughest aspect of wrestling to convey in your artwork?

Previews from Rugged Action 4 –
Buff goes muscle-to-muscle with
Britboy Bull Savage
Dan: Wrestling is the hardest thing to draw.  All those limbs entangled and twisting this way and that.  It doesn’t come easy, and I have to struggle to recreate the various holds.  When it works, it’s very satisfying.
Bard: Clearly, there are a lot of us that find your work very satisfying, as well! It seems like you have quite an eye for the massively muscled boys with huge pecs, shoulders, nips and six packs. Is that the body-type that turns you on in live-action wrestling? Any hot lean twinks or big-bellied bear daddies likely to take a shot in pages of Rugged Action?

Preview from Rugged Action 4 –
Bull Savage gives Buff a hard pounding
Dan: Well I just love those pecs, and nipples are for twisting and biting in my book. [Laughing]. The strip exaggerates the physiques that we all imagine we possess while wrestling.  I’ve personally always preferred someone built like me, average (I’ve been skinny, I’ve been buff, now I’m out-of shape [laughing]).  I think it works best for cartoons.  It’s that pneumatic quality that Russ Meyer spoke of in his movies, and is definitely a feature of Tom of Finland as well.  Everything gets inflated including the reader’s dick (I hope).  As for bears, well, wait until you see Hot Stuff Hooligan.
Bard: Excellent! I’ve seen Hot Stuff Hooligan’s profile in the roster from the BG East Arena, and I’m on the record many times over as a rabid fan of a freckled, red-headed bad boy! What’s your working relationship like with Kid Leopard and BG East?
Dan: Working with Kid Leopard and BG East is great.  I discovered them in an ad for various kink vhs order companies in BIZARRE magazine.  I ordered one of their tapes and sent them samples of my work, and KL liked it and got back to me.  He’s very nurturing of talent and my biggest supporter and fan.  I don’t think I could have picked a better company.  Besides their product is the best!
Bard: I have to agree that they’re work is simply the best to be had. Glad to hear that it’s a mutually satisfying working relationship. During my recent visit to BG East, I learned that another chapter of Rugged Action is about to be released. Any hints about future story lines in Rugged Action?
Dan: I am so far ahead in writing and drawing these things that you can expect a long run.  In fact I’ve written 50 stories so far and counting. There are 21 different characters (so far) that will be introduced as well as a couple of non-fictional guest-stars.  Expect the Biff and Buff rivalry to heat up, when Biff also joins BG East.  There will be all kinds of matches (fetish, superhero, tag, nude, battle royale, etc.) It just never ends! [Laughing]
Bard: Fantastic! I think your work is incredibly hot, so I’m looking forward to seeing lots more of the boys. Can’t wait to see Buck Hunter and Biff’s mud match!
Dan: I’m happy you like the strip.  It’s just a hobby for me but it’s very satisfying.  I may be a little too much in poor health to have a wrestling sex life, so it’s a blast to know I can turn guys around the globe on with my drawings.  Thanks so much for you interest.

Bard: Thanks for taking the time to chat with me!

Preview from Rugged Action 4 –
Side headlocks, ball claws, abdominal stretches…
fantastic homoerotic wrestling!