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The Arts

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I should have loved Black Swan. But it was a near miss for me. Perhaps if there were an equally explicit sex scene between Vincent Cassel and Benjamin Millepied as there was between the two female leads, it would have put me over the edge.
The Hollywood story is that Millepied, who played the principal male dancer in the movie and also choreographed the movie, is now Natalie Portman’s baby daddy and owner of the pedigree of straight privilege: her fiance. Whatever. Just let me get another look at that man’s incredibly muscled ass in tights again!
Baby daddy also has an artistic tummy tat on that smokin’ hot dancer’s body. Seriously now, Vincent Cassel wrestling Benjamin to the studio floor, blowing him until he pops, and then flipping him over to his stomach to plow those big, screen-worthy glutes… surely that would be an Oscar winning flick.

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.

KL was a classically trained dancer. It makes me wonder how much this fact has shaped my own wrestling fetish tastes, since it’s BG East’s brand of homoerotic wrestling that feeds my hunger most satisfyingly. The fact that the Boss himself was a dancer has got to lend some quality to the shape of the homoerotic wrestling history crafted by KL through producing BG East. 



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.

Classic

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I took advantage of some fire/flood sale prices at BG East recently to snag some VHS tapes way, way cheap, including a compilation tape of long, hard, hot scissors. It’s like the sampler plate at Red Lobster… a little of every headliner, tasty entree to make you salivate. What this compilation reminds me is that my kink is not satisfied by just one hold. Even the delights of a savage scissor can get old. Again, to return to food metaphors, it’s like a three course meal of all desserts. Sure, the first several bites are awesome, but the sheer lack of variety can make even chocolate cake seem boring.

Then I came upon some long scissors featured in Kid Leopard’s X-fight with ballet boy, Joey Smit. The description of this match from the website says that watching how KL “uses is feet to manipulate Smit’s big hard dick out of his bursting bulging pouch will leave you gasping.” This is truth in advertising, gentlemen. I was breathlessly awed.
KL cooks up the perfect recipe of erotic stimulation and punishing pain on poor Joey, blurring the lines between the two in just the right pacing and proportion. He has Joey’s arms nelsoned, and KL’s ankles are locked together across Joey’s lower abdomen. Joey is gasping, wincing in pain when KL hammers down on the pressure. Then, wordlessly, KL unlocks his ankles and uses the ball of his left foot to stroke Joey’s flaccid cock inside his grossly inadequate pouch. Joey groans, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Then in a flash, KL snaps his ankles together and squeezes until Joey cries out in pain.
Then again, wordlessly, KL unlocks his ankles and starts stroking Joey’s cock. Back and forth, he alternates the pain and the pleasure. Joey’s cock, God bless him, swells before our eyes. Joey clearly doesn’t require the services of an off camera fluffer to work up the obvious heat for this scenario. KL is playing the ballet boy like an accordion, pushing buttons and squeezing and making Joey irrepressibly hard. Back and forth, KL scissors and then strokes, scissors and strokes, as Joey’s cock swells and finally pops free from his pouch. As you could have guessed, he’s a big, happy boy, and his fully erect cock bobs from side to side as KL continues alternating between squeezing and stroking.

This may require me to purchase the entire match now (you sneaky marketing bastards!). This is just what I like when I’m in the mood for an X-fight. Hot, hard bodies leaving me entirely convinced of their arousal and their enthusiastic buy-in of the wrestling kink. Classic.