Jack & the Dumbbell

Well, the season has chilled, and pretty much I’ll be doing my workouts inside for the next few months. That means that my dedication to the dumbbells — free weights not the ones I tend to date — are back on my morning agenda. I enjoy lifting. There’s a good pain to it. There’s an after burn that increases muscle mass and burn fat. I’m easily distracted from the cable pulls, the weight racks, and good girl/bad girl machine, but I come back.                                                                            

The other night I was having a beer at one of the microbreweries around town, and I noticed that the bar keep had really great sleeves. Then, I noticed that his forearms were as big as my upper arms. Damn. I want that. I can have that. It just takes work and eating right. Oh yeah, and getting plenty of sleep. I don’t do that one all well in the least. So with the start of the new year, I’m starting a whole new routine in front of the mirror — except when I’m lying down on the bench.

And I’m also back on the stability ball. I’ve missed it. I’ve missed the crunches and the Russian twists. Hell to be honest, I’ve missed both the captain’s and Roman chairs.

Oh yeah, the ink. Maybe. Don’t worry, I need the dragon for my chest and the Jack Skellington for some body part or other. The full sleeves might come. Or they might not. I’ve not decided yet. But I’m still alive and kicking and while that’s the case, there’s always room for more.

Bear Pride

 Where would Pride be without the Bears? Probably it would be okay, but Bears bring such a different sense of life to the party. We love to eat, drink, and make merry. Most of us are a little larger than the average Twink, have some fur going, and like guy stuff.

Within our subculture, there are Cubs, Muscle Bears, Leather Bears, and various kinds of other Bears — from Polar to Grizzly. Then there are the Wolves, Otters, and Raccoons. Hell, we’ll even let straights and lesbians join the feast. At the Bears’ vast table, there really is room for everyone.

Leather Daddy

From: Dwight Supremacy

 

Waiting for Season 3

Peter Stickles as Damian in The Lair

I finished watching The Lair over the weekend. Now it’s officially described as a “gay-themed vampire television series,” and I guess that was true of the first season, but the second one introduced werewolves, ghosts, and a plant in the tradition of Audrey who’s trying to take over. There’s plenty of blood (though not as much as I’d have liked, but oh well) and a very interesting blood sharing ritual.

Now would be a good time to mention that The Lair is a sex club for gay men/vampires. There’s quite a bit of full-frontal male nudity and some seriously steamy simulated sex scenes. Can we say well endowed leather muscle bears?

Anyway, I now eagerly await Season 3 and wish that here! was available in my market. For the record if Peter Stickles were madly, passionately in love with me and offering me eternal life in the bargain, I’d definitely sign-up.

And the Stockings Were Hung…

Arrangement in D#

I love you. You love me.
It’s time for cakes and sodomy.
With the crack of a whip
that goes from me to you,
Won’t you say you love me too.

I love you. You love me.
We’re best friends with benefits.
Analingus, golden showers and fellatio
At my condo in WeHo.

I love you. You love me.
You’re the sub and I’m the Dom.
I’ll tie you up and spank you too
Just to prove my love is true.

Bands Announced (Jack’s Way)

I’m finishing up the last details of my order of the leather Pride biceps band. I’ve seen pictures of it, and I’ll put one up as soon as it arrives and I can use my own arm. I’m like a child on Christmas Eve. I see myself running to the mailbox everyday in order to see if it’s arrived. Honestly, this is almost as wondrous as getting a tattoo. I said almost.

Twinks, and Clones, and Bears

Hoist up your Rainbow Flag. Get the Pride Tree out of storage. Cue the Judy Garland (June 10, 1922 – June 22, 1969) music. It’s officially Pride Month in the Derby City. The Supreme Festival of Gaydom is nearly here! Some cities, like KC, began a little early, and Friday night I saw a hot little Twink in a Rainbow Tartan kilt. Hopefully no one has his glow sticks confiscated.

Jack’s Plates

Men’s Health makes it sound easy in the How To: ”Stand holding two weight plates together, smooth sides out, close to your chest. Your fingers should point forward. Squeezing the plates, extend your arms straight out in front of you. Pause, then return to the starting position. Start with four sets of eight reps.” This little exercise works: chest, biceps, shoulders, abs, and strengthens your grip — which according to some study or other helps reduce high blood pressure (to which I’m genetically linked).

So, I tried it — alternating with sets of forearm curls (15# dumbbell). I started with 5# plates and moved to 10#. The 20# is a little light for me, but I’ll stick with it until I get the form down better. I has done some serious chest and back work already along with triceips and biceps work on the cable cross. It’s amazing to watch the pin work down the weight stack on the fly machine. Of course, it’s also interesting to watch the number of reps go up before the pin moves down. Having said that,  I’m going to have to get back to the abs routine that I’ve been slack on. Russian twists just sound kinda sexy.

Delts & Lats

I don’t think I’ve talked much about how much I’m coming to enjoy the cross cable machines at the gym. They give me more freedom and varietythan the fixed range machines, they offer better balance training as a positive side-effect, and I’m more comfortable with them than with free weights. Now my biceps, triceps, lats, and delts have that wonderfully worked feeling. After talking to the trainer, I have some exercises for my brachioradialis to strengthen them — especially the left that hurts during lat pulldowns.

I think that instead of becoming a gym rat, I am one.