“Working out…with your boyfriend.”

They say couples that lift together, stay together. And of course, I hope that’s true! But it’s not necessarily the reality. I mean, I love my boyfriend very much. But I remember a day, two years ago so vividly that it could have happened yesterday or an hour ago. A day that hopefully I am not alone in experiencing. The day my world imploded – he wanted to workout with me. Once I picked myself up of the floor and asked “what happened”, he reiterated his novel idea to me once again. A second black-out later, and I managed to…

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Green Eyed Monster…

Envy, envy is a beautiful thing. I mean, it’s not. It’s not AT ALL. But it is one crazy emotion. Or state of mind? DISCUSS. I get envious of boys who, I think, are better looking and more buff than me. Which is a broad bunch. I know I have a new picture every month for my column, and it seems like I’m super-photo-happy guy but I’m incredibly insecure. So I look at other guys I admire and I get envious. Or, I want to sleep with them. Is is the classic gay conundrum? “Do I want to be him…

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Dysmorphin’ Time

I blame WWE Wrestlers for my “wanting to get bigger”. In particular Kurt Angle-circa-2000. I blame him and his WWE colleagues (then WWF) and their oversized, hugely muscled physiques and perky bubble butts looking amazing in lycra singlets. I’d also like to blame; Wolverine, Thor, Lion-O, He-Man, Dean Cain as Superman, Jonny Wilkinson and the whole 2003 England Rugby World Cup winning team and, well you get the picture. They are the reason I started lifting weights. When I was 14 years old I bought my first set of dumbbells, colourful plastic ones from Argos along with a cheap bench…

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