Seems like not very long since our last round-up of recent YouTube clips, but we've certainly collected more than enough to fill another post, so, we thought, why not?
WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MUSCLE WOMAN
The girl can't help it! I do especially like the way our worshipper loses the ability to finish even the most basic sentences, and, finally, the ability to articulate words.
It's sort of comforting to know that The Madness can strike the ladies just as much as it can us fellas, although I'm more than a little jealous of how much more physical access (and free physical access at that) a woman going ga-ga over a muscle woman can get!
See also: IFBB Physique pro Sarah-Aude Salbot getting felt up by a female admirer this time last year in Miami (where - in my head - women like Sarah-Aude walking down the street wearing not very much are such a common sight the locals are immune).
WHEN A MEN LOVES A MUSCLE WOMAN
In the normal scheme of things, MuscleSportTV is not an essential watch, but one of its shows - the imaginatively named Gregg & Joe TV - hosted by Gregg (Valentino) and Joe (Pietaro) turned out to be more interesting than most. Gregg and Joe interview "Big Daddy" Chris, a New Yorker and session regular. It's a tad cruder than I would ideally like it to be, but once I had suppressed my inner prude, I found it mighty refreshing.
The interview starts at 6.52
This may not the most respectful discussion of the topic, but I like how unapologetic Chris is, his disdain for the "schmoe" label, and his love of FBBs at their most vascular, when they look like "a GPS road map", as he puts it. The fact that Joe also confesses to being a female muscle head as well but only pleasuring himself and being (rightly) jealous of Chris' experiences is another aspect of the piece I can identify with!
From the gutter to the ballet we go (perhaps feeling we need to restore FMS' highbrow credentials at this point) [you're more deluded than I thought - ed.] with Oksana Grishina going back to her conservatory roots for a collaboration with Boris Ivanov (pianist and co-director) and Konstantin Frolov. The music is not the greatest, and there's far too much fading to Boris for my liking, but there's no denying how impressive Oksana is. The 10 or so seconds after the 1.54 mark is truly breathtaking.
The error in the title (for the benefit of our non-English-speaking readers: men is plural, One Man's Dream would be correct) may, for all I know, be entirely deliberate. Perhaps the filmmakers are commenting on the fact that what we think are our individual muscle woman fantasies are actually shared collective fantasies.
Or something.
GLAMMED AND TANNED
Best Muscle Video continues to delight with its edits of individual women, both amateur and professional, at recent shows. Our pick of the recent amateur bunch are the very watchable Gisselle Cole (Figure) and Chrissy Cuellar (Physique).
Meanwhile, they have started (I hope there will be more) to put up footage from the St. Louis Pro this year, with veteran FBB turned Physique Master Candice Carr and the gorgeous Katie Lee already ready to view. Our pick of the pros from that show and from the channel recently though is Krista Dunn. Make it past the abs and thigh at 2.40 and you will have lasted longer than me [that's "highbrow"?! - ed.]
For more Euro-centric delights, Lara Tasharofi, the Austrian winner of this year's NABBA Slovakia, gives quite the glute-show, but Body-Xtreme's coverage of the Physique class at the recent German Championships is truly essential viewing. Despite their jobs depending on it, the Research Department haven't yet been able to identify the last of the posers (or indeed any of them) but whoever she is, she is very special.
Enjoy!
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Tuesday, 15 May 2018
Monday, 12 February 2018
The Pantheon
Who's Your Favourite Female Bodybuilder?
Your Top 10?
List Your Top 5 All-time FBBs
It didn't take me long to find three threads on the forum whose first rule is...
We love asking each other these kinds of questions. In the last few weeks alone I have personally been asked by email or in a chat room to list my "all-time top 5", say which FBB I would most like to have live next door to me/have a date with/marry, and even who is my all-time favourite "ugly FBB" (seriously, you want to talk about that?!).
I generally avoid answering the question.
But once upon a time, not that long before I started FMS, I did, in a notebook make a kind of list of my personal favourites, and in the years since I have kept that page and added or (much less often) taken names off. However, I've never changed the title:
THE PANTHEON
And I chose it because back in Ancient Greece and Rome, a pantheon was the name given to a temple that was not dedicated to one god, but all of them, collectively.
On this page of my notebook I would write only the names of the greatest muscle goddesses. The "untouchable", those for whom my attraction/affection/admiration or whatever had never waned and, as far as I could tell anyway, would never wane.
And just as the gods of the Greeks and the Romans had a hierarchy, so did mine.
At the top, the two names I type when asked for my "all-time favourite". The most untouchable deities of all, as thrilling for me to revisit now as at first swoon.
DENISE HOSHOR and GINA DAVIS
They are hardly uncommon choices as fans' #1 and I would guess one or the other would feature in most heads' thinking if pressed to compile an all-time 5/10/20 list, even if they didn't ultimately make it on there. The popularity of Denise's WPW and Ray Martin work is well-documented (I believe one of her WPW videos is their all-time best seller, or at least was a few years ago). Part of Gina's appeal - it seems to me - lies in the fact that she wasn't actually around and competing for very long and so left us wanting more, and the other significant part of it is staring you in the face above and below.
Why these two?
Something about their combination of beauty plus massive muscle is what I've always said to others (and to myself), but I am less convinced about that now because I could list 60 or more women who combine or combined exactly that off the top of my head right now. I think it's more to do with the moment I discovered them. Kind of "religious" experiences they were, I can recall the when and the where even today (and I first saw Denise around 20 years ago now) and, crucially, the ecstatic rush.
I have never even been close to adding another name to The Pantheon's top level.
And neither, though I have been tempted, have I altered the names on the next - not nearly so "untouchable" but like D&G still pretty damn effing untouchable - level.
ANJA LANGER and ZUZANNA KORINKOVA
Anja was my first really big female muscle love - the Muscle & Fitness covergirl of my first ever magazine purchase. Zuzana I also saw for the first time on a page and though I can't remember the magazine I remember the Zuzana pictorial very well. I guess the Anja of that late 1980s Muscle & Fitness will always be my favourite Anja, but it was the beefier, bulging Zuzana that I discovered on the webpages of WPW years after I'd first seen her in print that has kept her name in the highest reaches of The Pantheon.
THE 3rd LEVEL
The Pantheon has four levels in all, but after the exclusive, rarefied atmosphere of these uppermost two, it suddenly starts to get a lot more crowded. Seven goddesses reside on the third level, and this group has often seen revisions such as the most recent, the casting out of Denise Rutkowski (I'm sorry but every time I see her now I see that mugshot in my mind and it's a huge turn off) and, less recently I would think, the addition of Dena Westerfield, Colette Nelson, and Heather Policky.
And there are those who were there from the beginning: Natalia Murnikoviene, Melissa Coates (before it all went a bit Pete Tong, obviously), Dorothy Herndon - my next big muscle love after Anja, again the result of seeing her on the cover of a magazine - and Sharon Bruneau (another very common "all-time" choice).
LEVEL 4
Five women, at least two of them probably overdue a promotion!
The beautiful Sophie Duquette - her Awefilms work in particular still makes the Earth move under my feet... and Michelle Andrea, who I think was the first FBB I ever saw photographed au naturel - quite a moment in my female muscle lovin' life.
Marja...
And finally, Michelle Neil (who, like Gina, left us - or at least me - wishing she had stayed a little longer), and the vast expanses of Paula Suzuki's epic physique - enjoyed best from the rear unless she's doing an abs and thigh pose (in my opinion).
Door closed. That's all of them.
There's no Alina, no Oana, no Yaxeni, no Helle, no Margie for good reason - they're still at it, more or less. My Pantheon, my rules, and the most important is that you don't get in until you finish. Yes, I know, Dena hasn't exactly finished, but I thought she had so she got in then got promoted and I am not going to show her the door because she's given me the added bonus of being able to enjoy her cam shows again. In general the rule is that only applications from the "inactive" (by my definition) will be considered.
Nor are there the kind of Hall of Fame names like Cory or Lenda, nor (perhaps Paula Suzuki is the exception) are there any of the really big beasts (Collette with two Ls and that other thing between her legs, Renee Toney etc.). All great, don't get me wrong, but I can come and go on these women. The 16 above all once came into that special place in my female muscle lovin' heart, and, years and years later, are still there.
Don't you dare start making your own Pantheon now - get busy with that other list.
16 HOT and HARD 100 VOTING DAYS LEFT
Your Top 10?
List Your Top 5 All-time FBBs
It didn't take me long to find three threads on the forum whose first rule is...
We love asking each other these kinds of questions. In the last few weeks alone I have personally been asked by email or in a chat room to list my "all-time top 5", say which FBB I would most like to have live next door to me/have a date with/marry, and even who is my all-time favourite "ugly FBB" (seriously, you want to talk about that?!).
I generally avoid answering the question.
But once upon a time, not that long before I started FMS, I did, in a notebook make a kind of list of my personal favourites, and in the years since I have kept that page and added or (much less often) taken names off. However, I've never changed the title:
THE PANTHEON
And I chose it because back in Ancient Greece and Rome, a pantheon was the name given to a temple that was not dedicated to one god, but all of them, collectively.
On this page of my notebook I would write only the names of the greatest muscle goddesses. The "untouchable", those for whom my attraction/affection/admiration or whatever had never waned and, as far as I could tell anyway, would never wane.
And just as the gods of the Greeks and the Romans had a hierarchy, so did mine.
At the top, the two names I type when asked for my "all-time favourite". The most untouchable deities of all, as thrilling for me to revisit now as at first swoon.
DENISE HOSHOR and GINA DAVIS
They are hardly uncommon choices as fans' #1 and I would guess one or the other would feature in most heads' thinking if pressed to compile an all-time 5/10/20 list, even if they didn't ultimately make it on there. The popularity of Denise's WPW and Ray Martin work is well-documented (I believe one of her WPW videos is their all-time best seller, or at least was a few years ago). Part of Gina's appeal - it seems to me - lies in the fact that she wasn't actually around and competing for very long and so left us wanting more, and the other significant part of it is staring you in the face above and below.
Why these two?
Something about their combination of beauty plus massive muscle is what I've always said to others (and to myself), but I am less convinced about that now because I could list 60 or more women who combine or combined exactly that off the top of my head right now. I think it's more to do with the moment I discovered them. Kind of "religious" experiences they were, I can recall the when and the where even today (and I first saw Denise around 20 years ago now) and, crucially, the ecstatic rush.
I have never even been close to adding another name to The Pantheon's top level.
And neither, though I have been tempted, have I altered the names on the next - not nearly so "untouchable" but like D&G still pretty damn effing untouchable - level.
ANJA LANGER and ZUZANNA KORINKOVA
Anja was my first really big female muscle love - the Muscle & Fitness covergirl of my first ever magazine purchase. Zuzana I also saw for the first time on a page and though I can't remember the magazine I remember the Zuzana pictorial very well. I guess the Anja of that late 1980s Muscle & Fitness will always be my favourite Anja, but it was the beefier, bulging Zuzana that I discovered on the webpages of WPW years after I'd first seen her in print that has kept her name in the highest reaches of The Pantheon.
THE 3rd LEVEL
The Pantheon has four levels in all, but after the exclusive, rarefied atmosphere of these uppermost two, it suddenly starts to get a lot more crowded. Seven goddesses reside on the third level, and this group has often seen revisions such as the most recent, the casting out of Denise Rutkowski (I'm sorry but every time I see her now I see that mugshot in my mind and it's a huge turn off) and, less recently I would think, the addition of Dena Westerfield, Colette Nelson, and Heather Policky.
And there are those who were there from the beginning: Natalia Murnikoviene, Melissa Coates (before it all went a bit Pete Tong, obviously), Dorothy Herndon - my next big muscle love after Anja, again the result of seeing her on the cover of a magazine - and Sharon Bruneau (another very common "all-time" choice).
LEVEL 4
Five women, at least two of them probably overdue a promotion!
The beautiful Sophie Duquette - her Awefilms work in particular still makes the Earth move under my feet... and Michelle Andrea, who I think was the first FBB I ever saw photographed au naturel - quite a moment in my female muscle lovin' life.
Marja...
And finally, Michelle Neil (who, like Gina, left us - or at least me - wishing she had stayed a little longer), and the vast expanses of Paula Suzuki's epic physique - enjoyed best from the rear unless she's doing an abs and thigh pose (in my opinion).
Door closed. That's all of them.
There's no Alina, no Oana, no Yaxeni, no Helle, no Margie for good reason - they're still at it, more or less. My Pantheon, my rules, and the most important is that you don't get in until you finish. Yes, I know, Dena hasn't exactly finished, but I thought she had so she got in then got promoted and I am not going to show her the door because she's given me the added bonus of being able to enjoy her cam shows again. In general the rule is that only applications from the "inactive" (by my definition) will be considered.
Nor are there the kind of Hall of Fame names like Cory or Lenda, nor (perhaps Paula Suzuki is the exception) are there any of the really big beasts (Collette with two Ls and that other thing between her legs, Renee Toney etc.). All great, don't get me wrong, but I can come and go on these women. The 16 above all once came into that special place in my female muscle lovin' heart, and, years and years later, are still there.
Don't you dare start making your own Pantheon now - get busy with that other list.
16 HOT and HARD 100 VOTING DAYS LEFT
Saturday, 10 February 2018
Happy St. Valentina's Day
A few years ago we discovered that today, February 10th, is the feast day of Saint Valentina. The ancient Latin name 'Valentina', we were delighted to learn, means "strong, vigorous and healthy", and since then we have commemorated the 10th February by 'canonising' three Valentinas - two Ukrainians and one Russian...
ST. VALENTINA OF KHARKIV
Also known as Valentina Chepiga.
One of the four European Ms Olympias in its history, and still pumping at 55.
ST. VALENTINA THE AMATEUR
Valentina Yefymchuk, 2006 NABBA Worlds and 2010 NABBA Universe champion.
That 2010 Universe was the last time the contest featured a female "Physique" (ie. Bodybuilding) class, so Valentina could still claim to be the reigning champ!
ST. VALENTINA THE SADIST
Our most recent St. Valentina is also our youngest.
Since her canonisation, Valentina Mishina has, we are pleased to report, joined the IFBB pro ranks. Already - thanks in no small part to her exceptional lower body - she has 6 2018 Olympia qualification points in the bag after a 2nd and a 4th place at (respectively) the Ferrigno Legacy and Ultimate Warriors pro events in November.
Today we celebrate "strong, vigorous and healthy" women everywhere. There's no prescriptive dogma in the Order of the Female Muscle Lovin' Brethren. Pay tribute to any or all of our St. Valentinas, or to any one or more of the "strong, vigorous and healthy" women in your (real or fantasy) life. It's pretty much like any other day.
18 DAYS LEFT OF 2018 HOT AND HARD 100 VOTING
Thanks to everyone who has voted so far. If you've already voted and have used the comment box option rather than email (or are thinking about doing so), please be assured I do receive your votes but I will only publish them (ie. make them visible to all) once the voting is closed.
ST. VALENTINA OF KHARKIV
Also known as Valentina Chepiga.
One of the four European Ms Olympias in its history, and still pumping at 55.
ST. VALENTINA THE AMATEUR
Valentina Yefymchuk, 2006 NABBA Worlds and 2010 NABBA Universe champion.
That 2010 Universe was the last time the contest featured a female "Physique" (ie. Bodybuilding) class, so Valentina could still claim to be the reigning champ!
ST. VALENTINA THE SADIST
Our most recent St. Valentina is also our youngest.
Since her canonisation, Valentina Mishina has, we are pleased to report, joined the IFBB pro ranks. Already - thanks in no small part to her exceptional lower body - she has 6 2018 Olympia qualification points in the bag after a 2nd and a 4th place at (respectively) the Ferrigno Legacy and Ultimate Warriors pro events in November.
Today we celebrate "strong, vigorous and healthy" women everywhere. There's no prescriptive dogma in the Order of the Female Muscle Lovin' Brethren. Pay tribute to any or all of our St. Valentinas, or to any one or more of the "strong, vigorous and healthy" women in your (real or fantasy) life. It's pretty much like any other day.
18 DAYS LEFT OF 2018 HOT AND HARD 100 VOTING
Thanks to everyone who has voted so far. If you've already voted and have used the comment box option rather than email (or are thinking about doing so), please be assured I do receive your votes but I will only publish them (ie. make them visible to all) once the voting is closed.
Tuesday, 21 November 2017
Glootasm of the Week
This one was a team effort.
And it started with Cindy.
I thought I wouldn't have much in the tank given my excesses over Cathy yesterday. I was sore, don't get me wrong - in a good way, a super-sensitive way, but I wasn't planning on a start-the-day tribute that was too energetic as I checked the old inbox.
BOOM! Instant reaction. Oh Cindy! And then... what's the story with the fan?! Has Cindy achieved a level of hotness at which she constantly needs to have cooling?
Focus!
Hair, tricep, side boob, follow the line of the thong to her beautiful, bounteous bum.
He was online, the sender. C. Moore got in touch, sent him his own treat. Nothing too ridiculous at this stage, a starter pic - Jules at the beach. Thonged up. Showing it off.
Of course he took the bate. [bait? - ed.] I know what I wrote - bate.
Back and forth we went, my "not too energetic" plans turning into an edging session that lasted until lunchtime. If you take your lunch late, that is. These are just some of the highlights that took us both into the Land of Goon and, ultimately, beyond.
Balcony bikini bums - Yarishna, always a pleasure - such a tease, such a sexhibitionist, such glooteal sex appeal; and this unknown, a silhouette (kind of) of dreams, imagining each other on one leg each, working our ways up from those calves with our lips and our tongues. Drooling, pumping, throbbing, dripping, and we've only just started.
BOOM! The world starts to recede. Riding the edge feels so good, so right. Gripping the base hard, letting it pulse, letting it leak just enough to use as lube. Typing a lot to make it last, trying to describe what I imagine that ripped glory must feel like ("warm steel"). We decide to take her on together, her pre-contest slave boys. Naked, pulsing, uncontrollably dripping and spurting as we cover every inch of her hard body in oil.
We transition to "named glootz" and turn our mics on. Riding the edge becomes a lot trickier with no typing - and thus no breaks in motion - to help. Experience counts for a lot at this stage. I keep well away from the head, gripping near the base and going staccato works for me - but you need to find your own way to the happiest place of all.
And so we goon. Speaking becomes tricky enough. I would say we debated the various merits of these magnificent examples of womanly gloothood, but you hardly call my bud yelling "Zoa is FERRRRRRM bruvva!" and me yelling "Yeah but Michaela is HAAAAAAARD dude!" a debate as such, but the pleasure, the sheer physical pleasure (expressed in moans, in gasps, in animal yelps and bellows) flows through our bodies with beautiful intensity, and sharing the feeling takes it to a whole new level of ecstasy.
Eyes rolling back in my head I suggest, as best I can that exhibit A on the train, and exhibit B, in the bedroom are the same girl. He gets it, despite the wildly differing hair colours, and that's why I love doing this with him. With minimal verbal communication and maximum female muscle lovin' telepathy we dream she picks us up on the tube (our tentpoles give us away) and makes us her playthings for one glorious night.
And then he sends me this, and we start the countdown...
"Down from 10, alternate numbers."
"Let's do it bruvva!"
Alessandra Alvez's beautiful bum has the (perhaps dubious) honour of receiving our gargantuan, bucket-filling loads on this occasion, but really they belong to all the magnificent women and all the mighty muscle glootage we have shared today.
The clean up begins. Can it be almost 1.30pm? Was that really the best part of five hours?! And it's November, so it's already starting to get dark outside. Whatever. Today, no matter what happens this afternoon and evening, is already a good day.
And it started with Cindy.
I thought I wouldn't have much in the tank given my excesses over Cathy yesterday. I was sore, don't get me wrong - in a good way, a super-sensitive way, but I wasn't planning on a start-the-day tribute that was too energetic as I checked the old inbox.
BOOM! Instant reaction. Oh Cindy! And then... what's the story with the fan?! Has Cindy achieved a level of hotness at which she constantly needs to have cooling?
Focus!
Hair, tricep, side boob, follow the line of the thong to her beautiful, bounteous bum.
He was online, the sender. C. Moore got in touch, sent him his own treat. Nothing too ridiculous at this stage, a starter pic - Jules at the beach. Thonged up. Showing it off.
Of course he took the bate. [bait? - ed.] I know what I wrote - bate.
Back and forth we went, my "not too energetic" plans turning into an edging session that lasted until lunchtime. If you take your lunch late, that is. These are just some of the highlights that took us both into the Land of Goon and, ultimately, beyond.
Balcony bikini bums - Yarishna, always a pleasure - such a tease, such a sexhibitionist, such glooteal sex appeal; and this unknown, a silhouette (kind of) of dreams, imagining each other on one leg each, working our ways up from those calves with our lips and our tongues. Drooling, pumping, throbbing, dripping, and we've only just started.
BOOM! The world starts to recede. Riding the edge feels so good, so right. Gripping the base hard, letting it pulse, letting it leak just enough to use as lube. Typing a lot to make it last, trying to describe what I imagine that ripped glory must feel like ("warm steel"). We decide to take her on together, her pre-contest slave boys. Naked, pulsing, uncontrollably dripping and spurting as we cover every inch of her hard body in oil.
We transition to "named glootz" and turn our mics on. Riding the edge becomes a lot trickier with no typing - and thus no breaks in motion - to help. Experience counts for a lot at this stage. I keep well away from the head, gripping near the base and going staccato works for me - but you need to find your own way to the happiest place of all.
And so we goon. Speaking becomes tricky enough. I would say we debated the various merits of these magnificent examples of womanly gloothood, but you hardly call my bud yelling "Zoa is FERRRRRRM bruvva!" and me yelling "Yeah but Michaela is HAAAAAAARD dude!" a debate as such, but the pleasure, the sheer physical pleasure (expressed in moans, in gasps, in animal yelps and bellows) flows through our bodies with beautiful intensity, and sharing the feeling takes it to a whole new level of ecstasy.
Eyes rolling back in my head I suggest, as best I can that exhibit A on the train, and exhibit B, in the bedroom are the same girl. He gets it, despite the wildly differing hair colours, and that's why I love doing this with him. With minimal verbal communication and maximum female muscle lovin' telepathy we dream she picks us up on the tube (our tentpoles give us away) and makes us her playthings for one glorious night.
And then he sends me this, and we start the countdown...
"Down from 10, alternate numbers."
"Let's do it bruvva!"
Alessandra Alvez's beautiful bum has the (perhaps dubious) honour of receiving our gargantuan, bucket-filling loads on this occasion, but really they belong to all the magnificent women and all the mighty muscle glootage we have shared today.
The clean up begins. Can it be almost 1.30pm? Was that really the best part of five hours?! And it's November, so it's already starting to get dark outside. Whatever. Today, no matter what happens this afternoon and evening, is already a good day.
Monday, 6 November 2017
Welcome to Naughty November
Swell's face is a picture. Like it's been slapped by a wet fish's arse.
Him?!
Ol' C. Moore is enjoying the moment even more than he thought he would.
And then it gets better. Then he starts, well, for want of a better, he starts begging!!! Tells J.J. that he knows his numbers is down and that, but he's been working on some great new stuff, stuff so great it'll turn the numbers around and blah blah, and - an unusual emotion for yours truly - there is this wave of sympathy comes over me and I kind of want to interrupt and tell him it's a done deal, that he's wasting his breath.
But, what can I tell you? That passed quick snap. Watching him beg was like watching Lisa Cross seduce and have her way with a normie in four Awefilms-length parts.
ESSENTIAL VIEWING!!!
Long story short, (now 100% rehabilitated, no tag or anything) C. Moore is in.
Four weeks they have in their wisdom given me.
Don't personally have anything against ol' Swell, it was he who brought me into the FMS fam, but his numbers, as was pointed out at his time-for-a-bit-of-a-vacation "meeting", have not been good and have not been showing signs of recovery. And what they want, they say, is a tone change. C. Moore knows what they really want - numbers. Page views. Old fans to return, new fans on board. And C. Moore means to give it to them.
[Just to be clear, it was felt that FMS chief writer 6ft1swell was perhaps in need of a little rest and relaxation and consequently he has taken a four-week leave of absence, during which time the blog will be edited by C. Moore Glootz, a writer who has previously contributed several very successful pieces to the blog when he has been at liberty to do so - ed.]
Him?!
Ol' C. Moore is enjoying the moment even more than he thought he would.
And then it gets better. Then he starts, well, for want of a better, he starts begging!!! Tells J.J. that he knows his numbers is down and that, but he's been working on some great new stuff, stuff so great it'll turn the numbers around and blah blah, and - an unusual emotion for yours truly - there is this wave of sympathy comes over me and I kind of want to interrupt and tell him it's a done deal, that he's wasting his breath.
But, what can I tell you? That passed quick snap. Watching him beg was like watching Lisa Cross seduce and have her way with a normie in four Awefilms-length parts.
ESSENTIAL VIEWING!!!
Long story short, (now 100% rehabilitated, no tag or anything) C. Moore is in.
Four weeks they have in their wisdom given me.
Don't personally have anything against ol' Swell, it was he who brought me into the FMS fam, but his numbers, as was pointed out at his time-for-a-bit-of-a-vacation "meeting", have not been good and have not been showing signs of recovery. And what they want, they say, is a tone change. C. Moore knows what they really want - numbers. Page views. Old fans to return, new fans on board. And C. Moore means to give it to them.
[Just to be clear, it was felt that FMS chief writer 6ft1swell was perhaps in need of a little rest and relaxation and consequently he has taken a four-week leave of absence, during which time the blog will be edited by C. Moore Glootz, a writer who has previously contributed several very successful pieces to the blog when he has been at liberty to do so - ed.]
Saturday, 6 May 2017
Incomparable
I couldn't possibly have a week of "contrast" (you had noticed, right?) without the starkest, and perhaps cruelest of them all. Show us a pictureof a female bodybuilder and we'll tell you no average woman can possibly compare. Show us a picture of a female bodybuilder and an average woman and we'll say, "I told you so."
She is, at the very least, twice the woman.
I remember her! Cathy is probably thinking. She was so nice and beautiful. She dreamed of competing and I'm sure she is now, and I'm sure she looks amazing.
But at that time, pretty though this wannabe competitor was (and yes, there's a bit of shoulder development there, she was most certainly lifting then), you don't actually notice her unless you really try because she's standing next to Cathy Lefrançois!
So much more woman. Bigger. Stronger. Oozing confidence and sex appeal.
And she doesn't even have to be that huge to look huge in comparison.
For example, I would urge those still prefacing the term Figure competitor with "only a" to look long and hard at Azaria Glaim's upper body and a long hard look at her admirer's, and then have a long hard rethink about their terms of reference.
But sometimes it's so not even close, it's ridiculous.
Poor skinny, says one forum wag. She best not try to armwrestle Carla Maria.
A bit of a thing, that, with one department of the female muscle fan club - projecting onto these pictures their fantasies of muscular goddesses physically dominating and/or humiliating the regular girls they are photographed with. She could pick her up, lift her overhead, lift her by the throat... they pant with increasing excitement.
Not my thing at all. But if Lisa sees a gap in the market she's in there quicker than you can say, Yeah Lisa! Spank that skinny girl raw! Show her who's the DOM! (pant)
It seems to me though that with so many pictures like these being taken at Expos or gyms, it's a case of the regular girls wanting to be photographed with their heroines, and for me, that's much more of a turn-on. I'm excited that they're excited about being so up close and personal with these magnificent muscular creatures.
I'd die and go to heaven if my shorts were brushing up against one of Gracyanne's boombastic thighs, or I had one of Rene's arms around me and her bicep (not to mention her muscle pit) within sniffing distance. I'd love to be faced with the dilemma of whether, having placed my hand quite reasonably - in the circumstances - at the top of one of Angela Rayburn's hard glutes, I should just go for it and squeeze...
But a decent second best would be hanging out with the woman who had got the photo with the object of our mutual admiration. Tell me again about when you were living down in Fort Worth and Delane Hart was one of the PTs at your gym...
Sometimes there's no hiding that admiration, that excitement.
Sometimes they just can't keep their hands off.
And sometimes they are living out the dream I had last night!
But I have to admit my absolute favourites of this type of comparison photo are what you might call the "inadvertent" comparison - the regular woman just happens to be in the photo. Captured, perhaps at the moment when she clocks the fact that she is in the presence of a completely different, bigger, stronger, sexier, superior female...
And once you've seen that photo, you can project that moment onto any photo where your (actually chubbier than) average woman is in range. Whether she's just laid eyes on or is just about to lay eyes on Claudia's Bonavoglia's physical perfection, what's certain is she's going to leave that beach feeling differently about her own body.
Crushed? Inspired?
We would hope for the latter, that the outcome would be an increase in the sum total of female muscle in the world. Perhaps she might even have left the beach and gone on, like Cathy's friend at the start of today's post, to dream of competing, and having a body that could inspire more women to do exactly the same as she has done.
Become incomparable.
Readers' persobnal favourites from this genre would be gratefully received.
Get in touch - 6ft1swell@gmail.com
She is, at the very least, twice the woman.
I remember her! Cathy is probably thinking. She was so nice and beautiful. She dreamed of competing and I'm sure she is now, and I'm sure she looks amazing.
But at that time, pretty though this wannabe competitor was (and yes, there's a bit of shoulder development there, she was most certainly lifting then), you don't actually notice her unless you really try because she's standing next to Cathy Lefrançois!
So much more woman. Bigger. Stronger. Oozing confidence and sex appeal.
And she doesn't even have to be that huge to look huge in comparison.
For example, I would urge those still prefacing the term Figure competitor with "only a" to look long and hard at Azaria Glaim's upper body and a long hard look at her admirer's, and then have a long hard rethink about their terms of reference.
But sometimes it's so not even close, it's ridiculous.
Poor skinny, says one forum wag. She best not try to armwrestle Carla Maria.
A bit of a thing, that, with one department of the female muscle fan club - projecting onto these pictures their fantasies of muscular goddesses physically dominating and/or humiliating the regular girls they are photographed with. She could pick her up, lift her overhead, lift her by the throat... they pant with increasing excitement.
Not my thing at all. But if Lisa sees a gap in the market she's in there quicker than you can say, Yeah Lisa! Spank that skinny girl raw! Show her who's the DOM! (pant)
It seems to me though that with so many pictures like these being taken at Expos or gyms, it's a case of the regular girls wanting to be photographed with their heroines, and for me, that's much more of a turn-on. I'm excited that they're excited about being so up close and personal with these magnificent muscular creatures.
I'd die and go to heaven if my shorts were brushing up against one of Gracyanne's boombastic thighs, or I had one of Rene's arms around me and her bicep (not to mention her muscle pit) within sniffing distance. I'd love to be faced with the dilemma of whether, having placed my hand quite reasonably - in the circumstances - at the top of one of Angela Rayburn's hard glutes, I should just go for it and squeeze...
But a decent second best would be hanging out with the woman who had got the photo with the object of our mutual admiration. Tell me again about when you were living down in Fort Worth and Delane Hart was one of the PTs at your gym...
Sometimes there's no hiding that admiration, that excitement.
Sometimes they just can't keep their hands off.
And sometimes they are living out the dream I had last night!
But I have to admit my absolute favourites of this type of comparison photo are what you might call the "inadvertent" comparison - the regular woman just happens to be in the photo. Captured, perhaps at the moment when she clocks the fact that she is in the presence of a completely different, bigger, stronger, sexier, superior female...
And once you've seen that photo, you can project that moment onto any photo where your (actually chubbier than) average woman is in range. Whether she's just laid eyes on or is just about to lay eyes on Claudia's Bonavoglia's physical perfection, what's certain is she's going to leave that beach feeling differently about her own body.
Crushed? Inspired?
We would hope for the latter, that the outcome would be an increase in the sum total of female muscle in the world. Perhaps she might even have left the beach and gone on, like Cathy's friend at the start of today's post, to dream of competing, and having a body that could inspire more women to do exactly the same as she has done.
Become incomparable.
Readers' persobnal favourites from this genre would be gratefully received.
Get in touch - 6ft1swell@gmail.com
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