While the movie left me disappointed, I’m now a little obsessed with Benjamin in tights. It brings to mind the intuitive connection between homoerotic wrestling and dancers. As my mind’s eye muses over an image of heel daddy Vincent tossing Benjamin into a wrestling ring and making that fine body suffer in a merciless boston crab, I’m reminded that this wouldn’t be the first classically trained dancer to have his body on the line in a wrestling ring.
The description for X-Fights 3 match between Kid Leopard and Joey Smit sets the scenario this way:
Joey says he’s a professional ballet dancer and experienced sex-fighter. Let’s see, who else is a professional dancer? Uh huh, the lightweight X-fights champ himself, KL, jazz and flamenco specialist. “A ballet boy? Sounds like a pussy to me.”, KL scoffs.
Like dance itself, homoerotic wrestling is really about story telling. Both arts build characters and craft plots primarily from the physical forms of the principals. Both are grueling athletic feats of strength and endurance. Both wrestling and dance combine physical mastery and artistic performance to transform a stage/a ring into a boundless reality all its own, with rules and morals that often run counter to the standards of more pedestrian settings.
I haven’t sorted through all the strings that connect my current infatuation with dancer Benjamin Millepied with my wrestling kink ala dancer Kid Leopard, but I’m convinced that there’s at least one direct line connecting the two.







