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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: Army of One on October 07, 2010, 03:49:23 AM
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How did you break the news that you were a competitive bodybuilder?
How did they take the news?
Did they suspect you were a competitive bodybuilder?
What age did you first realise you were a competitive bodybuilder?
What age was your first thong experience?
Was it pleasant or would you rather forget it?
How many years did it take for you to comes to terms with the fact you were a competitive bodybuilder?
Please share your experiences so we may help others who are going through what you went through.
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Very good and helpfull topic. many young men are struggling with this reports have showed.
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Seems like lots of people are in denial on this forum.
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One day bbers will be able to proudly wear their glittery thongs at all occasions without fear.
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At what age did you come out to your parents that you were a competitive bber?
to your parents?
BUWAAHAHAHAHAHA
dumbass liberal homosexual apologist kids and their questions
die
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to your parents?
BUWAAHAHAHAHAHA
dumbass liberal homosexual apologist kids and their questions
die
Still keep your thongs locked in your safe behind your vibrators, "buffdnet"?
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My parents began to suspect when one Christmas I borrowed my mom's g-string and made my dad clap me as I posed in it whilst covered in goose fat.
I then became a drug dealer personal trainer and they didn't like my clients turning up at all hours after supplements and advice on gaining LEAN mass.
Thankfully my basement annex now has a side door.
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My parents began to suspect when one Christmas I borrowed my mom's g-string and made my dad clap me as I posed in it whilst covered in goose fat.
LOL!
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This is a bit of a sore subject, actually.
When my younger brother was in his first year at university, he asked his room mate if he could have the room to himself for an hour or two. When he was alone in the room he donned a glittery thong and some posing oil, and then went through his posing routine.
Unbeknown to him, his roommate had left his webcam on and streamed the whole thing live over the net (after inviting people to watch on twitter): most musculars, glute shots, raising the roof, the whole nine yards. His hidden secret of being a closet bodybuilder was now public knowledge.
He didn't recover.
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This is a bit of a sore subject, actually.
When my younger brother was in his first year at university, he asked his room mate if he could have the room to himself for an hour or two. When he was alone in the room he donned a glittery thong and some posing oil, and then went through his posing routine.
Unbeknown to him, his roommate had left his webcam on and streamed the whole thing live over the net (after inviting people to watch on twitter): most musculars, glute shots, raising the roof, the whole nine yards. His hidden secret of being a closet bodybuilder was now public knowledge.
He didn't recover.
Damn dude, thats cold, was he a good swimmer?
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Damn dude, thats cold, was he a good swimmer?
He was, but his commitment to "the thong" meant that he stayed in contest shape all year round. Low bodyfat equals shit buoyancy and as a result he sank like a stone.
RIP, bro. I know you're on stage in heaven now; hitting poses and looking out at an audience of surreptitiously masturbating schmoes.
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Like many other competitive bodybuilders, I knew from a very young age who I was, I knew this sickness was inside me, and I knew I was different from everybody else. I think I was 10 when I first realized who I was. And at such a young age my parents did not suspect anything, they just thought I was a normal little boy.
But as I got older things changed and my parents were slowly starting to suspect that something was not quite right.
They knew something wasn't right when they started walking in on me reading magazines with pictures of men in thongs, and then they saw me buy my first dumbell set, things were starting to get clearer. But it seemed that they just turned the other way, they were in denial, and wanted to pretend like everything was normal.
My relationship with my father grew more distant each day, and he couldn't even look me in the eye, it was very awkward.... and on those night that he was close to the bottle it was not a pretty experience... he would call me derogatory terms like "pageant boy" and "thong lover" his words hurt, they still pierce my heart just thinking about them.
They saw how late I would stay in the gym, and they grew more concerned, they knew for sure what was happening to me, they know of my disgust.
And then when it came time for my first show, 16 weeks out, I sat down with them, I was about to be as blunt as I possibly could be.... "Mom, dad" I said to them softly "I'm going to be competing at my first bodybuilding show", my mom broke down, she could not contain her tears, my father was speechless, he just got up and walked away not saying a word, "Dad? Father!" I called to him, tears coming down my eyes now, "Dad! Please!" nothing he walked out of the house.... I chased him, I chased him through the front door to the car, "DAD! PLEASE DONT GO" I tried to grab his arm but he just pushed me to the ground, he looked at me in disgust, his eyes were like a novel, a tragedy, he just got in the car and drove away.
I lay there in the rain, with a protein bar in my pocket, and secretly wearing my thong under my jeans.... I have only myself.
As the weeks went by, I got in better shape, I went from being FAT ACH to BIG ACH.... 1 week out, I went to my parents again I gave them the information of the show venue... no response.....
I was sure they were not going to come....
And then, when the men's light heavy weights were called out, I came out.... I stood on stage, sad feeling alone.... and then.... then through the lights... there... in the audience... I saw them... the faces of my parents... smiling... and supporting me... they waved to me and a calm suddenly came to me.. as I stood there half naked in nothing but a thong and covered in pam cooking oil.... for that day..... I was a king!
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Like many other competitive bodybuilders, I knew from a very young age who I was, I knew this sickness was inside me, and I knew I was different from everybody else. I think I was 10 when I first realized who I was. And at such a young age my parents did not suspect anything, they just thought I was a normal little boy.
But as I got older things changed and my parents were slowly starting to suspect that something was not quite right.
They knew something wasn't right when they started walking in on me reading magazines with pictures of men in thongs, and then they saw me buy my first dumbell set, things were starting to get clearer. But it seemed that they just turned the other way, they were in denial, and wanted to pretend like everything was normal.
My relationship with my father grew more distant each day, and he couldn't even look me in the eye, it was very awkward.... and on those night that he was close to the bottle it was not a pretty experience... he would call me derogatory terms like "pageant boy" and "thong lover" his words hurt, they still pierce my heart just thinking about them.
They saw how late I would stay in the gym, and they grew more concerned, they knew for sure what was happening to me, they know of my disgust.
And then when it came time for my first show, 16 weeks out, I sat down with them, I was about to be as blunt as I possibly could be.... "Mom, dad" I said to them softly "I'm going to be competing at my first bodybuilding show", my mom broke down, she could not contain her tears, my father was speechless, he just got up and walked away not saying a word, "Dad? Father!" I called to him, tears coming down my eyes now, "Dad! Please!" nothing he walked out of the house.... I chased him, I chased him through the front door to the car, "DAD! PLEASE DONT GO" I tried to grab his arm but he just pushed me to the ground, he looked at me in disgust, his eyes were like a novel, a tragedy, he just got in the car and drove away.
I lay there in the rain, with a protein bar in my pocket, and secretly wearing my thong under my jeans.... I have only myself.
As the weeks went by, I got in better shape, I went from being FAT ACH to BIG ACH.... 1 week out, I went to my parents again I gave them the information of the show venue... no response.....
I was sure they were not going to come....
And then, when the men's light heavy weights were called out, I came out.... I stood on stage, sad feeling alone.... and then.... then through the lights... there... in the audience... I saw them... the faces of my parents... smiling... and supporting me... they waved to me and a calm suddenly came to me.. as I stood there half naked in nothing but a thong and covered in pam cooking oil.... for that day..... I was a king!
Great story Big Ach, very heartfelt and touching, shows a man can overcome this affliction by the Lord if his family stands by him.
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its 2010 folks and people are still being hanged in countries because of who they are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Great post BIG Arch!
I never was ashamed to be a bodybuilder. I never felt the need to say " no homo" when talkiing about bodybuilding either.
I am secure in my sexuality and love woman, and could care less about the personal sex lives of others.
I did my first show at age 19 and have been proud to be a bodybuilder for the past 32 yrs.
BOTH of my parents went to see me compete as a young man in the 1979 and 1980 Mr NH's.
I don't apologize for being a bodybulder, I say it with pride.
If you live your life allowing negative people to shame you,over things you enjoy, you will never be happy.
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One day bbers will be able to proudly wear their glittery thongs at all occasions without fear.
hahaha gayer than holding hands and french kissing with a 'bear' and calling him 'baby'
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Great post BIG Arch!
I never was ashamed to be a bodybuilder. I never felt the need to say " no homo" when talkiing about bodybuilding either.
I am secure in my sexuality and love woman, and could care less about the personal sex lives of others.
I did my first show at age 19 and have been proud to be a bodybuilder for the past 32 yrs.
BOTH of my parents went to see me compete as a young man in the 1979 and 1980 Mr NH's.
I don't apologize for being a bodybulder, I say it with pride.
If you live your life allowing negative people to shame you,over things you enjoy, you will never be happy.
still in denial :'(
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If I have kids and my son ask me to come to his 'competetive Bodybuilding Contest' ..i would simple just off myself knowing i failed as a man.
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If I have kids and my son ask me to come to his 'competetive Bodybuilding Contest' ..i would simple just off myself knowing i failed as a man.
exactly
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Not sure the perm suits Alex23......and did Laura Lee get botox?
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Swede and Wiggs getting down..
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Swede and Wiggs getting down..
bullshit, thats not wiggs.
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Still keep your thongs locked in your safe behind your vibrators, "buffdnet"?
i have kids older than you son. show some respect.
disturbia lurks
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Like many other competitive bodybuilders, I knew from a very young age who I was, I knew this sickness was inside me, and I knew I was different from everybody else. I think I was 10 when I first realized who I was. And at such a young age my parents did not suspect anything, they just thought I was a normal little boy.
But as I got older things changed and my parents were slowly starting to suspect that something was not quite right.
They knew something wasn't right when they started walking in on me reading magazines with pictures of men in thongs, and then they saw me buy my first dumbell set, things were starting to get clearer. But it seemed that they just turned the other way, they were in denial, and wanted to pretend like everything was normal.
My relationship with my father grew more distant each day, and he couldn't even look me in the eye, it was very awkward.... and on those night that he was close to the bottle it was not a pretty experience... he would call me derogatory terms like "pageant boy" and "thong lover" his words hurt, they still pierce my heart just thinking about them.
They saw how late I would stay in the gym, and they grew more concerned, they knew for sure what was happening to me, they know of my disgust.
And then when it came time for my first show, 16 weeks out, I sat down with them, I was about to be as blunt as I possibly could be.... "Mom, dad" I said to them softly "I'm going to be competing at my first bodybuilding show", my mom broke down, she could not contain her tears, my father was speechless, he just got up and walked away not saying a word, "Dad? Father!" I called to him, tears coming down my eyes now, "Dad! Please!" nothing he walked out of the house.... I chased him, I chased him through the front door to the car, "DAD! PLEASE DONT GO" I tried to grab his arm but he just pushed me to the ground, he looked at me in disgust, his eyes were like a novel, a tragedy, he just got in the car and drove away.
I lay there in the rain, with a protein bar in my pocket, and secretly wearing my thong under my jeans.... I have only myself.
As the weeks went by, I got in better shape, I went from being FAT ACH to BIG ACH.... 1 week out, I went to my parents again I gave them the information of the show venue... no response.....
I was sure they were not going to come....
And then, when the men's light heavy weights were called out, I came out.... I stood on stage, sad feeling alone.... and then.... then through the lights... there... in the audience... I saw them... the faces of my parents... smiling... and supporting me... they waved to me and a calm suddenly came to me.. as I stood there half naked in nothing but a thong and covered in pam cooking oil.... for that day..... I was a king!
short version of all this bullshit plix
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Like many other competitive bodybuilders, I knew from a very young age who I was, I knew this sickness was inside me, and I knew I was different from everybody else. I think I was 10 when I first realized who I was. And at such a young age my parents did not suspect anything, they just thought I was a normal little boy.
But as I got older things changed and my parents were slowly starting to suspect that something was not quite right.
They knew something wasn't right when they started walking in on me reading magazines with pictures of men in thongs, and then they saw me buy my first dumbell set, things were starting to get clearer. But it seemed that they just turned the other way, they were in denial, and wanted to pretend like everything was normal.
My relationship with my father grew more distant each day, and he couldn't even look me in the eye, it was very awkward.... and on those night that he was close to the bottle it was not a pretty experience... he would call me derogatory terms like "pageant boy" and "thong lover" his words hurt, they still pierce my heart just thinking about them.
They saw how late I would stay in the gym, and they grew more concerned, they knew for sure what was happening to me, they know of my disgust.
And then when it came time for my first show, 16 weeks out, I sat down with them, I was about to be as blunt as I possibly could be.... "Mom, dad" I said to them softly "I'm going to be competing at my first bodybuilding show", my mom broke down, she could not contain her tears, my father was speechless, he just got up and walked away not saying a word, "Dad? Father!" I called to him, tears coming down my eyes now, "Dad! Please!" nothing he walked out of the house.... I chased him, I chased him through the front door to the car, "DAD! PLEASE DONT GO" I tried to grab his arm but he just pushed me to the ground, he looked at me in disgust, his eyes were like a novel, a tragedy, he just got in the car and drove away.
I lay there in the rain, with a protein bar in my pocket, and secretly wearing my thong under my jeans.... I have only myself.
As the weeks went by, I got in better shape, I went from being FAT ACH to BIG ACH.... 1 week out, I went to my parents again I gave them the information of the show venue... no response.....
I was sure they were not going to come....
And then, when the men's light heavy weights were called out, I came out.... I stood on stage, sad feeling alone.... and then.... then through the lights... there... in the audience... I saw them... the faces of my parents... smiling... and supporting me... they waved to me and a calm suddenly came to me.. as I stood there half naked in nothing but a thong and covered in pam cooking oil.... for that day..... I was a king!
;D
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Is that Lee Priest getting high with Goodrum? ;)
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Swede and Wiggs getting down..
LMFAO!!!!
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Fuck!
Swede and Wiggs getting down..
classic ;D