Jeff Dwelle

Here's my Halloween treat for you: handsome Jeff Dwelle, who came to my attention with his jaw-dropping M&F cover a few months ago.

The trouble with muscle guys prepped for competition is that they generally look fake. I swear, I've probably seen more orange skin than Tropicana. But Jeff Dwelle actually looks GOOD that way - the only other guy that has skin that reacts that way would be Mike O'Hearn.

I know what you're thinking, because it's the exact same thing I'm thinking: "does he have a brother?" The answer is yes - his brother Richard is also a bodybuilder!

Also: he has massive thighs to die for. Squee!

BONUS TREAT: Johnny Jackson has the most astonishing chest I've ever seen. Watch those things bounce and pop!

Just remember, this Halloween, that the best costume of all is a good physique. If it's good enough, it's recognizable all by itself.

(Hmmm, who could THAT be? :-) )

When does the interest in muscle guys start?

Here's something I've noticed about people that like brawny, studly muscle hunks, whether male or female: it's lifelong. I've never met anybody that was "turned" to muscle guys, the way Janet was in THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW - it's a lot more hardwired than that.

Most muscle carnivores can't identify a time they didn't like muscle guys, even going back into early childhood. Depending on the age and generation, they can identify responding sexually to a whole variety of things. For me it was cartoons: I remember having a big crush on Lion-O and He-Man from saturday morning television.

Members of the previous generation have similar stories, watching muscleman movies on television: Sword n' Sandal pictures, Tarzan and gladiator pictures, and so forth.

There's a commonly held fallacy in our culture that awareness of and interest in sexuality starts at a certain age, and I think this is intriguing.

YouTube Roundup

I thought I might kick off a great new section on this blog, "YouTube Roundup" by posting some great selections of muscle guys from YouTube. Unlike a lot of other women, I'm very visual about sex, and one thing that's always been missing from still pictures are the element of movement, the way muscles bunch and slide under the skin like pythons under silk sheets, powerfully clench and tighten and burst like popcorn kernels, flexing rhythmically.

I'm often curious how they get these videos, but I'm betting it involves midget cameramen.



Everybody here knows how much I love Sagi Kalev, one of the most studly and gorgeous hunks in the world, but apparently here's a tape of Sagi training a protoge, youthful, cute and strong Kevin Perod. Wow! He's a big, sexy Texan that could be a movie star, and I expect the best from him.



Keeping with the Texas theme, here's Adam Young. Watch his arms go. This may be the first occasion I'm NOT against gun control!



This one has a bodybuilder yank his shirt up.



Here's a handsome Jason Powell at work. My favorite part is how you can see his pecs move at the slightest motion of his arm.



This guy moves like a cat. Still pictures don't do him justice.




Incidentally, it occurs to me that after a few months, people reading this post in archive form may not be able to see the videos, which is inevitable but tragic...I'm embed linking and that's how the internet works.

Tippy Teen #25

Continuing the theme from the last post of upbeat Americana (or Mexicana, as it was last time) here's the cover of TIPPY TEEN from 1969:

I've always thought it interesting that on a lot of occasions featuring muscular guys in popular culture, they're often portrayed as vain, sexually disinterested, self-absorbed, and utterly unthreatening to other men.

Now this just took my breath away

It's interesting how, with some fictional characters, a good illustration is always more buyable than any actor that has played the role. Tarzan comes right to mind, for instance.

One fictional character that definitely comes up when it comes to studly beefcake is the immensely tanned, masculine and blue-eyed Mexican hero Kaliman, whose covers often had a sensationalist, barely contained sexuality like the adventure, crime and pulp mags of the 1940s.

Kaliman is drawn as physically ideal, a composite of some of the best movie stars.

Now, if only some superheroes north of the border could look this yummy...!

Muscle Growth Comic

My very first blog post all the way back in May was about my good friend, Spanish artist and beefcake artist Chocomus. He certainly has a way with fantastic looking muscle studs, from tight, pert bubble-butts to his thrusting pecs. What I like the most is not only how sensual his proportions are, but also how realistic they are. The trouble with a lot of growth comics is, they always go bigger and bigger, to the point it becomes a little grotesque. He, on the other hand, gets them just perfectly proportioned. Woof! Woof!

My favorite part of the article is Chocomus's guys going commando at the gym. You know, I bet that happens all the time.



It's always disappointed me Chocomus spends so much art time on goofy stuff like leg growth with Dragonball Z characters. It's a little like Michael Jordan leaving basketball for golf. It's good to see Choco back to top form. Kudos!

A few announcements...

First Announcement: I apologize for not updating in a while - it's funny how, in graduate school, things can just appear from nowhere, and I hope I haven't lost any regular readers. I intend to post at least twice or three times a week now.

Also, my good friend TheMM just announced he has a blog, TheMM: the Serious Side. Visit it here. TheMM is a guy interested in muscle growth and muscle, but he's also bisexual, which means he can find me hot, yet we can gab about guys together. This is something like a middle aged woman finding a guy that's into chocolate, church and cats. It's called the JACKPOT, ladies. If anybody wants us, we'll be in a threesome with an adoring, doting Ulysses Jr. (This is called "The Rotissierie.")

Visit The Serious Side here.

The "Serious Side's" blog's title is an inside joke to TheMM's self-appointed role as a goofball on the Musclegrowth.org forums, where, apparently, TheMM is under the sad deleusion people think he's funny. ;)

Third Announcement: I officially declare October Ulysses Jr. Month!

European Musclemagazine Covers

Have you ever noticed that European muscle magazines are more likely to sex up their magazine covers? With some, I can't tell if it's a fitness journal or a beefcake pictorial.

I guess it's because, for some reason, Italian muscle mags are more likely to have dark Mediterranean, Italian men. (I wonder why...)

When I was a post-pubescent girl, I didn't go for Tiger Beat, I went for the muscle man mags (at least when I wasn't accompanied by someone and I quickly checked to see that no one in the store was looking). This was in the mid-to-early nineties when the handsome Mike O'Hearn was required by law to be on every single magazine cover.

One of the great regrets of American bodybuilding mags is the gradual transformation of MUSCLEMAG into the magazine of choice for douchey, homophobic jocks whose pictorials center on unaesthetic, somewhat grotesque guys that remind me less of Adonis or Hercules, but the "Gammas" from Huxley's BRAVE NEW WORLD. I'm not so much offended by their "wink, wink" subtle endorsement of full time juicing, the insane hardcore "gruntgruntbulgeBIGGERharder" mentality, or the fact it's homophobia and misogyny (strange how the two go together!) became so ruthlessly overt it could actually be called an editorial position.

Rather, I'm offended by their cancellation of the Max Rep comic strip! Good luck getting anything like that today into the dead serious Musclemag. It was the funniest comic strip of all time to people that like jokes about soy powder.

In many ways, European muscle mags are something of a throwback to the days when the purpose of the muscle mag wasn't just to give exercise tips, but to sell a lifestyle with photogenic and handsome male bodybuilders with sensual and perfect bodies that were usually clutched adoringly by submissive women.

In fact, it's interesting to speculate how early physique magazines functioned as a kind of early, unannounced gay porn.

In fact, visit this website for a GREAT collection of vintage physique magazine covers.