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| Shane thinks he’s ready for action. |
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| Neil’s got brains, brawn, and tons of ambition |
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| Mikey: Shane’s Savior? |
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| Shane thinks he’s ready for action. |
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| Neil’s got brains, brawn, and tons of ambition |
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| Mikey: Shane’s Savior? |
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| Prettyboy Santa |
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| 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…
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| 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!
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| 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!
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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!
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| 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!
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?
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?
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| 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?
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| 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!
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| 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!
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| 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.
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| 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?
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| 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!”
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.
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…
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.
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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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!
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| 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.
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| 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?
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| Spanish language soap star William Levy – too pretty to strip? |
D-Listed reports that in real life, Levy was considered for a part in a movie about male strippers, for which he most certainly appears entirely qualified. However, he has apparently turned down the opportunity, forgoing this opportunity at a major league introduction to non-Spanish speaking audiences. D-Listed has delivered a withering assessment of Levy’s decision and prospects, but let’s face it, D-Listed excels at delivering withering assessments.
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| Pablo Martin is Bruno’s choice for a hunk to bring William Levy to heel. |
The good news is that the male stripper buddy flick appears to be on track to bring the likes of Matt Bomer, Channing Tatum, and frequent subjects of my wrestling fantasies and posts on this blog, Matthew McConaughey, Alex Pettyfer and…. wait for it…. the man currently sitting atop the pantheon of muscle gods in my fantasies, Joe Manganiello!
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| Joe Manganiello limbers up in preparation to tackle the stripper pole. |
In addition to earning William the scorn of D-Listed for coming across as a too good for a male strip flick, this career move almost certainly fuels fodder for fulfilling Bruno’s recommendation that William needs to show up and get his gorgeous ass beaten six ways to Sunday in the Producer’s Ring (perhaps one way to Sunday for each aforementioned hunk in the stripper flick in addition to Bruno’s pick, Pablo Martin). I think we’ve got the making of a muscle jobber who thinks good looks and talent are all it should take to climb on top in the highly competitive world of top ranked entertainment. Happily, such goody-two-shoes never learn!
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| Hunks are lining up in my imagination to meet William Levy in the wrestling ring. |