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Macho Macho Men: The Queer History of Pumping Iron
I AM WATCHING A VIDEO. In it, one man—handsome and extremely muscular, with bronzed, hairless skin—lies splayed on a hotel bed. He wears only white briefs. At the foot of the bed stands another man. He gazes at the reclining figure and slowly undresses—the video is getting racy now. Viewed from behind, he peels off the top half of his dark blue tracksuit to uncover the sculpted ridges of his back. He turns a little, revealing the vast slopes of his smooth, muscled chest to the camera. If I fast forward twenty minutes or so, these buxom, oil-slicked men will be caught in medias res, grinning ecstatically as they embrace.
I have buried the lede. As closely as it apes it, the film in question is not gay porn, the men depicted not porn performers—or, at least, the film is not intended to be pornographic. No, it’s a different kind of fare: ’s Pumping Iron, a documentary that follows, among others, the professional and strictly heterosexual bodybuilders Franco Columbu
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Sadly, this entry isn&#;t really about Macho Man Randy Savage, but I did encounter him once, and yes, I always did think he was sexy; that body, the feral hair, the voice&#;the skill in the ring, and that astounding ass&#;yes, I was a fan of his. How I met him was when I worked at the airport&#;a lot of pro wrestlers lived across the bay from Tampa in either St. Petersburg or Clearwater or any of the communities on the peninsula, which means they had to fly in and out of the airport. One night I was covering Baggage Service, and was doing the fun thing of sending messages through the system about whatever bags were misdirected to us, or were simply late arrivals that needed delivering. I was by myself and merrily typing away at my keyboard when I heard the door expose and before I looked up heard that unmistakable voice asking if a flight had arrived. Startled and wide-eyed, I gave him the information, and I could see he knew I recognized him&#;he scribbled his call on a ticket envelope, I babbled out that I wa
Gay Macho
A sociological examination into the emergence of male homosexuality with a traditional masculine ethos
Before gay liberation, gay men were usually perceived as failed men—"inverts," men trapped in women's bodies. The s saw a radical shift in gay male culture, as a male homosexuality emerged that embraced a more traditional masculine ethos. The gay clone, a muscle-bound, sexually free, hard-living Marlboro man, appeared in the gay enclaves of major cities, changing forever the confront of gay male culture.
Gay Macho presents the ethnography of this homosexual clone. Martin P. Levine, a pioneer of the sociological study of homosexuality, was among the first social scientists to map the emergence of a gay community and this brand-new style of gay masculinity. Levine was a participant in as well as an observer of gay culture in the s, and this perspective allowed him to capture the true flavor of what it was appreciate to be a gay male before AIDS. Levine's clone was a gender conformist, whose masculinity was demonstrated in patterns of social interaction and especially in his sex
Macho Men
"Whatcha watching, kid?" Buck's voice came from behind JD. The youngest member of the group was currently tucked up on Chris' couch, recovering from a concussion sustained after the perps at their last bust had decided they didn't want to verb quietly.
"Not sure." He returned, slightly groggily. "Some kind of parade, I think. I was just channel hopping. Lots of adj ladies, though."
"Yeah?" That, predictably, caught the mustached man's interest. He turned and took another watch at the screen. "Uhhh JD. Those aren't ladies."
"Huh?"
"Those aren't ladies, Kid."
"Huh? Then what are they?"
"What are what?" Unnoticed by either man, Chris had wandered in from the kitchen, where he'd been putting things together for dinner. "What are you watching?"
Buck tried valiantly to hide his smile. "Kid was channel surfing. Found this parade. "Lots of pretty ladies." " He quoted. Not quite able to observe his old friend in the eye.
"Should suit you, then." The blond's eyes widened as he got a good look at the 'ladies' on the screen. "O-kaay"
"Yeah." Buck still couldn't glance i