The body, the body, the body…

During the last few days, I received three emails asking for body pics. Note, the emails were asking specifically for body shots – not face shots, nor did they relate to anything written in the blog. Are (gay) men really that body obsessed?

To be honest, it seems strange: On the one side many friends seem to love places that are explicitly not body obsessed. Take the example of the massively successful XXL club. The entire premise here is: If you spend more time worrying about how your body fat percentage is than having fun, you should not go. Of course, some people might say that that in turn is nothing but a type of body-obsession, just an inverted one to the one obsessed with young, slim, toned (and hairless) bodies.
Then we have the idea of the “musclemary” clubs – again usually coming from people who don’t fit the toned, slim and young stereotype. And who, of course would be very comfortable in XXL – though in reality seem to be hanging around the musclemarys all the time.
Maybe we should just face up to the fact, that for some things the body simply counts: It turns you on (or off), though of course (as with size), sometimes it is more important what you do with it.
For me, personally, I have a certain type I like, and yes, I am fairly happy with my body. Yes, sure, it could be better – but honestly, unless I really want to be guided by masterfully photoshopped pictures I guess I’m better of trying to like what I have. And concentrate on using it …