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When we first heard about a gay wrestling club in San Francisco we were like, those San Franciscans. Of course you have a exceptional club where dudes wear spandex and roll around trying to dominate each other with their strong thighs. Then it occurred to us, isn’t that all wrestling clubs? Why does it matter that this one’s gay? Turns out gay sports clubs are a popular movie of the athletic landscape.
We called up Roger Brigham, a coach at San Francisco’s Golden Gate Wrestling Club to seek about the continued universe of gay sports clubs in an increasingly male lover friendly world.
VICE: Perform we still need “gay sports clubs,” is it naive to assume that in a modern society all clubs should be gay friendly?
Roger Brigham: Yes it is innocent. There are still significant barriers to overcome. We’ve had this discussion many times with different clubs, because different clubs market themselves differently. Some place the fact that they’re gay right up front, where others you own to dig a short-lived bit further. We want to put it out there, because we demand to make sure the conversation occurs. We don’t want somebody to be in a club and find out that peop Stuart Forward Recent graduate living in Leeds. Lover of the Caribbean, obscure books, beer and things people don't give a toss about. Aspiring publisher. Wannabe Belgian. @StuForward Latest posts by Stuart Forward (see all) Growing up, I had a fire. Each Friday night, in the absence of a social life, 11 year old me would reside down in front of the TV with my dad to watch WWF (now WWE) Raw is War. At the period it was the height of youthful masculinity. All the hard kids in school would watch it without fail, then approach in on Monday morning to clothesline-from-hell the relax of us and chat shop. In a moment before social media, where dial-up internet was at the forefront of technology, our weekly dose of man on man deed, followed by the sneaky free 10 minutes of Channel Babestation once the parents had gone to bed, granted boasting rights for the week, and helped to construct our LAD mentality. It’s only when you go to these live shows, full to the brim with sweaty middle-aged men and their children, baying for blood and tits, that you feel truly part of the manly mob. The crowd would rise up as one to cheer Stone Cold, curse the establishment heels, and Max Cooper has never backed down from a challenge—on the wrestling mat or in life. As a senior at Redwood University, he’s known for his impeccable technique, strategic brain, and unflinching discipline. But beneath the surface, Max hides a secret that could upend his animation in the hyper-masculine earth of collegiate wrestling: he’s deeply closeted and terrified of the repercussions of being outed. Enter Diego Vargas, a brash and confident freshman with remarkable wrestling talent. Diego is everything Max fears and admires—openly gay, fearless, and charismatic. His arrival disrupts the team’s dynamics and ignites an undeniable tension between him and Max. Their rivalry on the mat is fierce, but off the mat, a different kind of heat threatens to consume them both. While searching Amazon Prime recently, I was pleasantly surprised to discover, of all things, episodes of Memphis wrestling in the video library. But there was even more content available for any connoisseur of both wonderful wrestling and bad wrestling: a collection of death matches between Cactus Jack and Terry Funk, some truly awful-looking wrestling movies I’d never heard of, and something called, Professional Gay Wrestling. My first doubt was, “Is this Protected for Work?” But my second question was “Why queer professional wrestling?” (Or “professional gay wrestling”, as it’s called, which led me back to my first question). I mean, if lgbtq+ men want to see guys with great bodies and revealing outfits grapple with each other, there are a number of other wrestling promotions out there – specifically, all of them. Let’s face it – wrestling is a very gay sport, and has been since the days of the ancient Greeks. Those guys used to wrestle naked, which is just about the gayest thing two men can do short of having sex with each other. Which they also did. Actually watching PGW raised even more questions. First of all, announcer Bruc .
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