No matter what you say, wrestling is gay.

When I was a kid and television was new, wrestling was popular. Back then it was straight. You knew that because most of the wrestlers were ugly, overweight, seedy looking characters like Haystack Calhoun, Gorgeous George (whose name didn't suit him) and Man Mountain Dean (whose name did). These men were huge hulks with lots of dense body hair but very little definition to speak of and outfits that would be spurned by the most liberal of fetishists. They would only have inspired a sexual fantasy in what-were-then-called spinsters. And who was the audience? Your average Joe and Mabel of every age. Contrast that with wrestlers today who are smoothy shaven bodybuilders often with chiseled features, perfect unharmed teeth and fantasy outfits right out of the 300 Spartans. And who is the audience? Still varied, but it includes an awful lot of young men. All right, now these "guys" they may be straight. But I can't imagine why they want to spend their evening watching two or more handsome, beautifully defined musclemen, sweating into eachother's arms and getting into positions that many sexual partners would call too intimate. I think it's a very gay sport, but I could be wrong. After all, nobody I know who's gay watches wrestling. So maybe to these young guys in the audience it's like being a Republican and believing that some day you'll be a rich and greedy pig. In other words they don't have those gorgeous, powerful bodies now, but who knows? someday they may.