It’s been nice to get some recent feedback on the blog and the Producer’s Ring. I’m very motivated by positive feedback, and I can generally handle constructive comments as well, so if you like what you see or have some helpful suggestions, please leave comments. I was recently musing over the wrestling victory pose. It’s always complete camp. It’s almost never spontaneous. And yet, without exception, it always gets my blood pumping. The Wrestling Arsenal has a nice page focusing on the victory pose, where he proposes that “all victory poses are actually sexual positions demonstrating domination and submission.” Perhaps that’s the case – it’s just a metaphorical cock-test – the wrestling victory as a symbol for whose dick is bigger. In homoerotic wrestling, I think it’s a very special thrill to see the victor carrying the defeated off. The loser-gets-fucked scenarios are hottest when the victor turns tender, I think, rather than when the violence of competition turns into the violence of “forced” sex. Whatever the case, I enjoy the plot of good wrestling, and the victory pose is a very satisfying, essential denouement.
Xerxes… actually?
Gay Wrestling Videos
Brush with Fame
It was 1992, at an isolated truck stop in the middle of no where. I was driving late at night, and stopped off for some caffeine to keep me awake. The food mart was empty, other than me and the disinterested cashier. In walked two men, chatting. As I turned a corner, suddenly in front of me was a very handsome man with long blond hair. It took me just half a second to realize that it was Jeff Jarrett, at that time wrestling for a regional wrestling company. He was shorter than I expected (NOT the 6′ he’s billed as). As recognition must have washed across my face, he quickly looked down and walked by me, up the candy aisle. It was shortly after that that I saw this somewhat bizarre, yet oddly hot performance-art piece of Jarrett and Mantel wrestling with percussion accompaniment. His eventual heel turn in the WWF was never convincing for me, as I always pictured that handsome man walking in the store, shyly avoiding making eye contact. Glad to see he’s got a video out about his career.

Swedish Delight

eals every scene I see him in in his current series, True Blood. Seeing photos of him when not in character as Eric Northman, it’s amazing to see how slender (yet athletic) his body is. When in-character as the Swedish vampire sheriff of Louisiana, he looks like a hugely muscled beast. When you’re 6’4″, though, I suppose it’s not hard to look huge in a cast. I loved him as the moronic, yet oh-so-pretty model Meekus in Zoolander, and just as soon as I finish some Swedish lessons, I’m tracking down some of his untranslated works. I’ve also loved many works by his father, Stellan Skarsgård.

Gay Wrestling Fiction
I came across gay wrestling fiction on the internet about twelve years ago. I stumbled across a sincere little site with very short stories of celebrities mixing it up at various levels of wrestling skill. Each match-up had headshots of the featured celebrities at the top of the page, with a shorthand description of the match. Somewhere along the way, the link died.
Young David


Seriously?
From reading his website, I’d get the impression that former Mr. Japan, Ken Yasuda may take himself a little too seriously. The “samurai warrior of the 21st century” bit is a little gratuitous and potentially ethnically-exploitative, I think. But catching this clip from “Just Another Romantic Wrestling Comedy,” makes me suspect that he may not take himself all that seriously after all. The scene of him all sweaty and aggressive in the ring (despite the fact his opponent is a woman) is very hot! Bodybuilders this big frequently don’t quite do it for me, but there’s something quite beautiful about his shape and motion. And if taking himself too seriously is the worst thing that could be said about him, I give him complete credit for building a stunning physique, competing naturally, and sincerely working hard to promote himself.
Mumbai Hunk

Personal Wrestlers

Browsing the internet, I came across this ADORABLE personal ad. The poster goes by Bay Wrestler, and the photos are candid shots of the BG East and NHB-Battle wrestler Patrick Donovan. It seems like he mostly gets the crap beat out of him in his wrestling matches, but he is stunning to watch – what an amazing chest! I can’t attest as to whether Bay Wrestler is actually, in fact, the same hottie wrestling under the name Patrick Donovan, but if it’s a fake, someone went to a lot of trouble posting a very charming, extensive personal ad with his photos. If it isn’t him, how disappointing to answer his ad and find someone else waiting for you!




