Wrestling gay guys

Growing up, I had a passion. At the time it was the height of youthful masculinity. All the hard kids in school would watch it without fail, then come in on Monday morning to clothesline-from-hell the rest of us and talk shop. In a time before social media, where dial-up internet was at the forefront of technology, our weekly dose of man on man action, followed by the sneaky free 10 minutes of Channel Babestation once the parents had gone to bed, granted boasting rights for the week, and helped to construct our LAD mentality.

Text by Art O'Donnell. While searching Amazon Prime recently, I was pleasantly surprised to find, of all things, episodes of Memphis wrestling in the video library. I mean, if gay men want to watch guys with great bodies and revealing outfits grapple with each other, there are a number of other wrestling promotions out there — specifically, all of them. Those guys used to wrestle naked, which is just about the gayest thing two men can do short of having sex with each other.

Growing up, watching wrestling was a comforting escape from homophobic bullying. It fostered in me a deep curiosity about bodies, fluidity and gender presentation that helped me to explore my own evolving identity. My first email address was [email protected]. As a young person, I lived two lives.

Image Via. When we first heard about a gay wrestling club in San Francisco we were like, those San Franciscans. Of course you have a special club where dudes wear spandex and roll around trying to dominate each other with their powerful thighs. Turns out gay sports clubs are a popular feature of the athletic landscape.