Girl Power (and a personal challenge!)

Chad’s Man.Power gym has five honorary boys (“girls”): two long standing (lesbian mums to our kids), gymnast Anneka (Ivo’s straight sister), and Shelley (weight lifter) and Judy (marathon runner, also both straight and wives [now] to two ofour other members – see Against All Odds in due course!). This Sunday they are holding a sort of masochistic girl power thing, ending up with something a bit scary for us.

Essentially, Man.Power is a guys thing. Guys doing what they enjoy to do (weights, wrestling, acrobatics, endurance) in the company of like-minded guys, dressed (or undressed) however they want, gay (majority) or straight. All tolerant of all behaviors they find there. But these girls are special. They will start tomorrow with a 5-mile run, led by Judy. Karen and Clare, at least, will run it barefoot (feet hardened by years of firewalking and stuff). Probably all of them. Then they will hit the weight machines and free weights for at least an hour before oiling up and getting into wrestling. Topless, at least.

I hadn’t realised until recently that, in the underground wrestling scene, it is more often girl versus girl or girl versus men than man versus man. But, if you Google for oil wrestling images, just take a look at what comes up!

Well, that’s our first ‘page 3’ experience on this blog, I expect. But you get the idea. In our case, five girls, naked, each fighting the other four in sequence. Karen is almost certain to win and then, by open invitation, they’ll take on any of the guys that dare to give it a go. Dave and I, and all of Tuan Jie, have wrestled most of them many times, especially Karen and Clare. Again, they usually win. Those two are real big-time tough. It’ll end up with five girls and at least five guys (probably more) all pitching in…

Then the girls are going to take to the nail beds and glass track, getting themselves crushed (probably under our weight), just for the hell of it.

…after which, the really scary bit (for us). Dave and I, Gary and Zach. Zach gained entry to the coveted ‘Ultimate’ “grade” of Man.Power membership by getting himself shot. By doing so he avoided one of the otherwise inevitable challenges – being suspended from hooks. We’ve always decided not to go for that, and to stay as mere ‘Extreme’ members. Until now.

Karen and Clare used to do this stuff an awful lot, and still occasionally do, although they kind of laid off it once the children were born and because they noticed that their bodies were kind of, well, scarred! But it finds its way into our cabaret shows occasionally, with one of them doing it. They do it the extreme way, like these guys:

We’ll be doing something a little gentler, just involving hooks in the back of the shoulders like this guy:

I’ll be glad of that little help from my friends, although Gary, who regularly does this, with the aid of his martial arts training, probably won’t be as bothered as we are:

Zach insists to do his suspension even though he doesn’t have to. ‘One for all and all for one…’ I think there’ll bea little bit of fire involved, in the end – but we’re more used to that, and ‘our’ girls have been enduring that for years

So. After tomorrow is over, since we’ve been told that we’ve done everything else we need to do long since, we’ll be ‘ultimate’. And we’ll never have to do another suspension!! By the time we have another public show (two weeks), hopefully the scars will be minor so that we can (un)dress as normal for our acrobatics without exciting too much comment.

I suppose that what this tells you is that we do indulge in some weird stuff from time to time, largely for our own amusement and satisfaction. Being able to do things others cannot, and attempting things others will not, I suppose is something peculiarly satisfying.

You’ll find more about these kinds of things scattered around in the books. Loving the Boy and The Power of Love, with Against All Odds yet to come.

Assuming we survive the experience, I’ll post about something less bizarre next week.

Bonus Boy

About tonycavanagh

Born Northampton UK; school Oxford UK and Oak Ridge Tennessee, where I met my wonderful partner Dave, also from UK. Oak Ridge is our main training base for acrobatics and circus stuff, but we also established a base in Wales (UK) to serve us when we are working in Europe. Our 'story', of finding gay love, learning the acrobatics trade and then of how we got shot at during our show (and worse was to follow - just to prove that the risks of being an acrobat are not always the most obvious ones!) are now available in my three books 'Loving the Boy', 'The Power of Love' and 'Against All Odds'. Links available on most blog posts. Actually, waiting for the imminent arrival of the first printed copies was far scarier than anything we do in performance. A fourth book - not about us but exploring the sadness of a gay Native American boy denied his true identity - is currently with an agent for evaluation. watch for 'Let The Future Find Me' in due time. And now to book five... another boy, another quest... seems its always boys...
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  3. silver price says:

    The other thing I wanted to do (and began doing at the end of the season in 7th grade) was wrestling. I had wrestled in 6th grade in Nebraska, where wrestling is popular, at the local sports organization. I had planned on wrestling in junior high after this, but wrestling wasn’t so popular in Florida, so wrestling was not available until high school. My brother also loved wrestling, and was wrestling in high school when I was in middle school. Toward the end of the season in 7th grade, I discovered that another middle-schooler (J. R. Grant, whose temper was his tragic flaw) was practicing with the high school team. I soon did the same. The next year, I was one of the best in my weight class range, meaning that I could beat several of the high schoolers. I practiced with the team every day after school, for hours on end. I loved it. I got to wrestle some “J. V.” matches for the team (because they don’t count), and in both 7th and 8th grade (the same as in 6th), I lost only one match each year, and all of them by 1 or 2 points; I’ve never been pinned in a match. My 8th grade year, my wrestling accomplishment was to pin a guy in 10 seconds. That’s fast. One of my middle-school teachers was there with a video-camera, and she started taping as soon as she found out it was me. There were about 4 seconds of the match on the tape.

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