Pro Wrestling truly hit it's golden age in the 90's. It was a time when sexy guys tied strings around their biceps and men intimidated each other by oiling up their pecs. There was something magical about this time. The combination of colossal egos and a fresh crop of young jobbers each week created a spectacle that will never be replicated.
A while back, I came across the sidelineland.com blog and while you would think that the heavy themes around erotic wrestling would interest me, I was mainly intrigued by the author's tongue and cheek thoughts on "What turned me gay". The intention here was not a serious exposition on the root cause of "turning someone gay" but rather what "gay" impressionable moments have led us all to be the people we are today. Although the author doesn't regularly post anymore, this blog is still worth checking out and in honor of these impressionable "gay" moments I bring you -
What turned me gay (not really) ...
