UGLY, Most of the people who were a major part of these stories have long ago passed away or have moved on to bigger and better things and no longer communicate witth he "little people".
And in an effort to ease your mind regarding the 'gay way" stories, I'll do my best to get them out of the way ASAP.
Two "gay way stories" come to mind as I write this stuff so I'll do my best to explain them now as honestly as I possibly can due to the fact that there seems to be so many GetBiggers interested in "gay way" stuff and the sexual lives of guys and gals they've never met within the world of bodybuilding.
I play Poker with a bunch of ''ed-u-ma-ka-ted'" shrinks and Docs and it's not rare to start a discussion about various individuals on this board.
These ed-u-ma-catre-ted guys talk about people whom I think are a bit fucked up in the mind but the ed-u-ma-ca-ted guys consider these “ fucked-up minds” are an everyday occurance and not to be too concerned about.
One doc says that it is easier to analyze 'patients' by what they say on boards such as this than a 50 minute personal analysis. (My words, not his!)
And the general consensus of opinion is that there appears to be a large amount of jealousy among a lot of us simply due to the fact that the other person is 'bigger' or better looking than we are.
In our minds that other person is physically better than we find themselves to be.
The also speak a lot of psycho-bable that is beyond my apprehension, but the point here is that some docs are interested in what we have to say on this board .
But their main point of interest is "How we say it.”
The point I'm trying to make here is that they find it interesting that so many bodybuilding fans, such as us on this GetBig Board, are so damn interested in the possibility and actuality of gay activities within the BB world.
With that said ... here are a couple of my personal observations.
Tons of years ago when Mr MB was most likely still in diapers, there use to be monthly "Mazola Oii" parties in one particular home in the hills above the city of Los Angele.
And bodybuilders were most welcome.
You could bring your wife or your girlfriend, but in order to gain entrance, you had to check all your clothes at the front door and enter in your birthday suit. (I never found out where one kept his/her claim check.)
Actually I never attended …. but many friends did.
It was called the "Mazola Oil" party because once you got down to your birthday suit, you were doused with oil from head to toe and shown to a very dark room covered in plastic where the party was going on.
And no one seemed to be engaged in conversation.
That party seemed somewhat strange to me but there were many who enjoyed it.
Then many years later ….
