Gay wresting

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.

Pro Gay Wrestling

The crowd would rise up as one to cheer Stone Cold, curse the establishment heels, and mock the token effeminate characters who strayed from the norm. It was wrest what happened. This was a hyper-masculine space where long before Miley Cyrus was licking sledgehammersHHH was breaking bones with them. And yet, looking back, it seems the gayest thing in the world!

With the benefit of hindsight, the frocks, the jocks, the egos and the pantomime, all set to the dulcet tones of J. Whilst wrestling evidently did not turn me gay, gay are 10 reasons why it may have made my destined path to wooftery a little clearer at the time:. The range of styles and tastes catered for by the diversity of wrestlers and their wardrobes was second to none.

For me, the stand-out fashion faux-pas falls squarely on the Nature Boy himself, Ric Flair. There is one in every generation, whether Liberace or Elton John, who is so outrageously camp as tits, yet is able to fall under the radar and break the hearts of women around the world with the revelation that he plays for the other side.

He is a true inspiration to all the sequin-wearing, ball-grabbing, manly men out there. If there was one thing that sent the crowd wild, it was an unchecked ego. Love them or hate them, badass wrestlers strutted out with enough swagger to unnerve the most steeled of modern queens.

Mr PerfectThe Rock and Chris Jerichoamongst so many others, refined the art of being an arrogant muscled diva to a tee. As a born-again Christian, he has made no secret of fighting his past demons; he just forgets to mention that one of those demons was being an early member of the Village People:.

Undoubtedly, wrestlers understood the importance of making an entrance, a priority that will no doubt resonate in the hearts gay many readers as they approach a club on a night out. The club cloakroom viewpoint is perhaps the modern gay equivalent of sitting ringside. Whether short and snappy, dark and mysterious, all fire and brimstone, or on a lawn mower, you could tell the personality of the wrestler by the way they wrested the ring and psyched out their opponent.

On a day to day basis my walk to work may look like a normal no-nonsense march, but inside have no illusions, I am channelling Goldust:. The ultimate little guy, Rey Mysterio, was proof enough to my 12 year old self, that to succeed in life you just need to don a gimp mask and flail through the air with dogged determination and Latino attitude, no matter how big the guy.

I am yet to fully embrace this philosophy, but will not rule out a Kick-Ass styled vigilante wrest at some point in the future. With all this vintage muscle on show, certain aspects of professional wrestling would not look out of place projected gay the bare-brick wall of a queer art house exhibition.

The frequent David vs. Goliath face-offs between the invariably cute and feisty young pretender, and the older, insurmountable man mountain, is the stuff that many gay dreams are made of. The sheer diversity of flesh on offer on a weekly basis could satisfy a whole host of tastes and fetishes.