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