Sunday, October 05, 2003
MUSCLES
I feel a word or two must be said here about muscles. It is high time that I defined for myself exactly how I feel about them. The first question that must be addressed is whether I find muscles attractive. To answer that question, I must first remind you of the movie Blue Lagoon, which is the first thing I think of when I see “man” and “muscle” in the same sentence. In this movie, Brooke Shield’s character begins to find herself staring at her friend/partner/soon-to-be-lover’s arms, as he spears fish and makes weapons, and fashions their hut with foliage and so forth. The camera closes in on shots of the youth’s sinewy, tan arms- to make it clear that they are what caught her attention. This symbolizes the first fruits of her pubertal passion.
This movie reminds me of myself, as a freshman. There was an upper classman I had a crush on that year; it was the sight of his muscular, bronze body pushed to the zenith of physical exertion on the basketball court everyday after school that made me drool with desire. To that end, I think the movie Blue Lagoon adequately portrays aspects of the opposite sex that we begin to pay attention to when our raging adolescent hormones take over. What I thought was an affinity for this upperclassman’s deft basketball skills, could have been just a sexual curiosity about his developed body- and the bas relief effect of his muscles in comparison to the other boys my age.
I suppose that there is just something about watching muscles ripple when a man is at work or play... something about running your fingertips over them gently in moments of tender affection. From the smaller muscles in the hand and forearm, to the more pronounced muscles around the legs and shoulders …what is so intriguing and appealing? Maybe this is the way men feel about breasts- they like them because they can't have them?
But in these days and times when men are pressured just as much as women to have the ideal body, what is “too much muscle”? What is “not enough”? A few years back, I was briefly interested in a man who was 250+ lbs of pure, pure, pure muscle. At least I think it was 250lbs. (You will recall that I’m not a genius with the numbers so do the calculations as needed.) Either way, he was solid muscle, and actually won a body building competition here and there. He worked out every day for hours. (Shortly thereafter, I learned that he was suffering from “little man’s disease” and that was the reason for all the hard hours at the gym.) The thing about it is I was attracted to his muscles for all of what- 24 hours?? After that, what the hell was I going to do with them? Where could I take that? If anything, his muscles were too huge to serve any real purpose. The man barely fit into his clothes-it always seemed like his pants were stretched to the breaking point, threatening to pop off at any second.
Now, I’m not sure if talking about one’s former love interests is gauche but -in stark contrast- my ex is/was thin. Well, he was lean- with just a hint of muscle to his upper arms. I can’t say that I am generally attracted to one body type when it comes to men, but I do know that I enjoyed his lean build and “baby-petit-underdeveloped-miniature-dwarflike-stunted growth-barely-there- big-as-a-twinkie-and-smooth-to-the-touch” muscles very much, and I often purrrrrrred my approval during our intimate moments, where he used said muscles to prop himself up for our demanding and athletic "nocturnal activities. "
But I digress...
I feel a word or two must be said here about muscles. It is high time that I defined for myself exactly how I feel about them. The first question that must be addressed is whether I find muscles attractive. To answer that question, I must first remind you of the movie Blue Lagoon, which is the first thing I think of when I see “man” and “muscle” in the same sentence. In this movie, Brooke Shield’s character begins to find herself staring at her friend/partner/soon-to-be-lover’s arms, as he spears fish and makes weapons, and fashions their hut with foliage and so forth. The camera closes in on shots of the youth’s sinewy, tan arms- to make it clear that they are what caught her attention. This symbolizes the first fruits of her pubertal passion.
This movie reminds me of myself, as a freshman. There was an upper classman I had a crush on that year; it was the sight of his muscular, bronze body pushed to the zenith of physical exertion on the basketball court everyday after school that made me drool with desire. To that end, I think the movie Blue Lagoon adequately portrays aspects of the opposite sex that we begin to pay attention to when our raging adolescent hormones take over. What I thought was an affinity for this upperclassman’s deft basketball skills, could have been just a sexual curiosity about his developed body- and the bas relief effect of his muscles in comparison to the other boys my age.
I suppose that there is just something about watching muscles ripple when a man is at work or play... something about running your fingertips over them gently in moments of tender affection. From the smaller muscles in the hand and forearm, to the more pronounced muscles around the legs and shoulders …what is so intriguing and appealing? Maybe this is the way men feel about breasts- they like them because they can't have them?
But in these days and times when men are pressured just as much as women to have the ideal body, what is “too much muscle”? What is “not enough”? A few years back, I was briefly interested in a man who was 250+ lbs of pure, pure, pure muscle. At least I think it was 250lbs. (You will recall that I’m not a genius with the numbers so do the calculations as needed.) Either way, he was solid muscle, and actually won a body building competition here and there. He worked out every day for hours. (Shortly thereafter, I learned that he was suffering from “little man’s disease” and that was the reason for all the hard hours at the gym.) The thing about it is I was attracted to his muscles for all of what- 24 hours?? After that, what the hell was I going to do with them? Where could I take that? If anything, his muscles were too huge to serve any real purpose. The man barely fit into his clothes-it always seemed like his pants were stretched to the breaking point, threatening to pop off at any second.
Now, I’m not sure if talking about one’s former love interests is gauche but -in stark contrast- my ex is/was thin. Well, he was lean- with just a hint of muscle to his upper arms. I can’t say that I am generally attracted to one body type when it comes to men, but I do know that I enjoyed his lean build and “baby-petit-underdeveloped-miniature-dwarflike-stunted growth-barely-there- big-as-a-twinkie-and-smooth-to-the-touch” muscles very much, and I often purrrrrrred my approval during our intimate moments, where he used said muscles to prop himself up for our demanding and athletic "nocturnal activities. "
But I digress...
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