I'm not ripped. I'm not skinny. I'm a big boy. Not fat, but certainly "gay fat" or more acceptably, "a fattie" (but for the record, not as sorry as the abused body below).
My genetics and nutrition (Canada is a very giving land) ensured I grew an impressive frame, to be sure, but my lack of interest in sports (except hockey of course) and a love of all things food gave me quite a paunch in my younger years.
Most gays learn to appreciate a healthy physique and we try to stay in better-than-average shape. Of course this is a blanket statement with many exceptions, perhaps no other category as complex as that called the "Bear" (more about that below).
For my frame, I'm mostly kept together today and I look wonderful clothed, thank you. And I can flex myself a proud smile most of the time in the mirror, but unless I'm deep into tequila or something I'm by no means imagining myself to be an underwear model anytime soon. Probably not even in a full thermal waffle suit, and then maybe only after a 12 week regimen.
|Aww, you rest girl.|
Maybe there's a message there for fat closeted Republicans (though I can't think of any offhand nor would any images appearing here suggest otherwise. Thanks lawyers).
But no matter how much better I look as a gay guy, I'm not looking forward to a 6-pack of abs any time soon. Not on my belly, and probably not on my boyfriend's tum.
I'm starting to understand that there is an abs scene, and then there's the rest of us. With some exceptions, as always (one of those exceptions is the string bean whose musculature shows through no matter what they do and what they eat -- if that's you, feel free to email me ;)
And of course it only takes $20 a song to have handfuls of hot abs at the wonderful if not a bit
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I've never been able to re-live fingertip memories with such excitement and vivid detail before (perhaps I'm destined to be a cabinetmaker after all).
I always ask a ripped male stripper, "how often do you go to the gym ?" They're not all gay, in fact gay strippers are usually the minority, but they're obviously bisexual considering they allow guys to grope them and (almost always ;) get aroused by the manly attention.
There has only been one guy who said he didn't work out, that the abs were a gift from nature, but I could swear I saw a bit of a twinkle in his eye along with his final word on the subject: "Honest !"
The gay-guy-gym scene, the hyper-muscled, hypersexual homosexual is mind-blowingly fun to experience... through movies and pictures and some erotic stories please and thanks, that's enough for this horny guy.
I just don't think I'd want to keep up.
|Not advisable if you have athelete's foot|
But there has been a lot of thought put into the gays-and-gyms thing. Working-out to protect yourself and your loved ones against a known hateful element, just at the time when you've decided to stop hiding who you are, seems like a smart thing to do.
But in the end, it's more likely just another level of man-on-man hotness that I may never get to experience in a relationship. It's an exclusive club, you gotta give abs to get 'em back, unless you're willing to pay $20 every couple of minutes for a bit of a feel of what many, many years of hard, monotonous work can do for the human physique.
Of course, there are plenty of exceptions. The "blue collar" man is highly fascinating to me, but the gay/straight odds seem to plummet when going down this highway.
Then there are the bears. "A Bear" used to just mean a big burly hairy gay guy, but it turns out that covers a lot of ground. In the gay world, anyone with visible hair anywhere except the pits, crotch, and ass became a bear, or "bearish."
Bears are not necessarily fat, and in fact last year it seemed to swing so far the other way that bears couldn't be fat anymore ! This only lasted about a month or so last summer, and for now fat, hairy guys aren't just fat, hairy guys anymore. They can be Bears once again.
For now. Gay culture moves forward unrelentingly.
If I'm asked on a dating site, I'm clicking the "average" button. Choosing this body type hasn't been traumatizing in the least. Having to choose "a few extra lbs" with my extra paunch before I came out was not a fun thing to do.
If pressed, I'd suggest I'm "bearish, I guess" for the sole reason of my chest hair. But body hair is a whole 'nother topic we can discuss another time.
Perhaps I'm a cub, whatever the hell that means.
And though I'm a good swimmer, I don't think I'm much of an otter.