Falo delle Vanita

There’s a poem of such running about in my head. I’m not at all sure where it’s going, but I feel that I’ll be researching quite a bit — for inspiration.

In other news, I’m hyped that I have truly upped the weight I’m lifting to 75# dumbbells with both hammer curls — still must work on form – and shurgs. I’m also working to increase the weight on the rope pulls for triceps. I’ve been lackadaisical at 140# for a while now. No, I don’t anticipate dragging the gym equipment out the yard and setting it ablaze.

A Confidence of Dumbbells

When I first started strength training, I did the fixed range of motion machines as part of circuit training. I liked it. Then I I started using the machines out of circuit — to develop certain muscles. I was fine with that. I even too long breaks for exclusive cardio — developing my River Runs in the process.

Then I started playing around with the cable machine for more than just triceps and biceps. I developed some things I like. It rocks. Still the free weights were mostly for shrugs and occasional forearm curls. Now, I’ve found new ways to utalize the cable pull and the dumbbells.  I’ve discovered something about lifitng as well. I don’t feel well unless there’s at least some level of residual burn left from lifting.

I’ve talked about it before. The “this isn’t me” feeling. Well, it is me. It’s just someone I didn’t realize was in there, but I’m damned glad I found him.

And something else has happened as well. There’s confidence brewing — not just with the weight but with other things. At one point in my life I’d have written off recipes as too complex. Now, I know it’s just a matter of paying attention. It’s easy. I can put my own spin on it and be okay.

And as I become more confident about the dumbbells I lift, I’m developing a confidence that I won’t be dating dumbbells any more. I’ve always wanted the urbane guy with some courtesy, some sympathy, and some taste. Typically, I get guys who haven’t a clue about Chaucer and who order well drinks.

I didn’t mention that there’s a guy in my sights, and I’m a man on a mission. But you probaly figured that out, right?

First Monday in January

It’s the first Monday of the year. I had a nice, if short, vacation. I was rested and ready for the new year. Despite the cold, I was ready for the gym this morning. It’s cardio day. I’m going to get all hot and sweaty. Then I’m going to take a shower, get dressed, and head to work. Does anyone thing I’d be writing were it really that uncomplicated?

I arrive at the gym just after the doors were unlocked — 0600. There’s a sign on the men’s locker room door about the hot water being partially fixed — didn’t know it was broken — and running out quickly. Okay, but I’ll be out of here before that happens. Um, not so much. I figured that worst case scenario would be the tepid stuff, but I wasn’t even really considering that. I was thinking more that I’d rush through the shower with it cooler than I usually do and save some hot water for the next person. Yeah. The best laid plans of mice and men. I worked out as typical. Got a major sweat going. Hit the locker room. Good, someone else was in the shower. He’s got the hot water flowing from New Albany — or is it Sellersburg?

Apparently he didn’t get hot water either. No hot water. Nada. Nope. Changed stalls just in case. Still a freaking freeze out. I’m standing there doing my very best to take a sponge bath in a shower that’s all but spraying ice.  Seriously, two degrees colder, and I would have had sleet in the stall. I kid you not. So I survived — looked like a friggin’ Ken doll to boot. This afternoon there was a sign on the door saying there’s NO hot water. Guess, I’ll be skipping tomorrow morning. I will, however, go by in the afternoon, and if there’s room to use any of the machines, I’ll go for it. Might even take a shower if the hot water’s fixed.

Monday’s Workout

As much as I enjoy running along the river in the early morning hours, I’ve been inside the gym lately. It’s been too cold to be outside, and even on these warmer mornings we’ve been having, I figure I might as well get used to being inside until sometime in March or April. Plus, I’m lifting more. When I’m away from the cable pulls, dumbbells, and plates I forget how much I totally enjoy pulling on the lifting gloves and moving a few tons around before I start my work day.

There’s another advantage as well. There are other people. And lately there are some really hunky, compact guys who are shorter than me — a fetish pleaser if ever there was one. I suppose it was a little obvious that I was interested when I damned near walked into a one of the bright purple ceiling support columns watching him walk. Yeah, Jack’s back in the high life.

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.