Monday, October 25, 2010

Delightful Conundrum


BG East's Joshua Goodman (that's Mr. Joshua to you) remains a conundrum to me. On the one hand, he's a heartless tease. His wrestling career is all about his mammoth package (at least as far as I'm concerned, that's what it's about), but despite being all about genitals, we've only barely glimpsed his bare essentials unleashed. His gear, his balls-in-face victory poses, his frequent mid-match hand down his trunks to rearrange the goods... he's practically screaming, "Marvel at my gargantuan balls!" And yet he coyly, demurely (well, sort of) seems to have a non-nudity clause in his contract. This should make me hate him with a bitter resentment I reserve for few.


On the other hand, when I think of the line dividing straight-up wrestling from homoerotic fare, I can't imagine thinking of Mr. Joshua as anything but flag-firmly-planted well on the homoerotic side. I'm the first (though I'm sure not the last) to point out that my opinions here may reveal me to be inconsistent, fickle, and potentially even hypocritical. None of those things really bother me so much. But on the topic of grab-ass in homoerotic wrestling, which I've been musing about lately, for all Mr. Joshua's carefully covered assets, he frequently takes matters firmly in hand.


Perhaps not so frequently is the literal grab-ass in a Mr. Joshua bash, but particularly in his more recent appearances, someone's balls are almost always getting grabbed. When Mr Joshua shoves his own mitt down the front of his trunks, honestly, I cheer (outloud... really). His fascination with his own balls is delightful to watch. It's as if he just can't keep from grabbing and tugging at himself (and honestly, haven't we all been there?). But what connects the dots for me is that Mr. Joshua clearly has an irresistible need to grab hold precisely at the moment that he's laid an opponent out commandingly. Something has shifted in his trunks simultaneous with his moment of humiliating domination over the punk who had the temerity to step into the ring/on the mat with the power and guile of Mr. Joshua. Even if he doesn't whip it out and pop off on camera, he at least sells the story that he's aroused by the act of hammering a barely clothed man down and climbing on top.


I've been particularly pleased with the development of his story to include the fact that his opponents can't help but notice Mr. Joshua's package and his own fascination with it. They frequently mock him with a crotch-to-face pin (which is an obligatory element in any Mr. Joshua victory), and shove their hand down their own trunks. Nearly no one has the package to compete with Mr. Joshua, though, so even on the bottom, his massive balls somehow manage to come out on top.


Early in his career, the focus on Mr. Joshua's package was more implied. It was context in which the wrestling took place, as far as I can tell. But lately, both Mr. Joshua and his opponent's have been taking matters more directly in hand. One of the sweetest Mr. Joshua matches, I think, was the summer's release of the man himself going up against a much smaller Austin Raines. Mr. Joshua grabs hold of Austin's throat and balls early and hard, and he gets it back in spades. Austin's choke and throttle on Mr. Joshua comes in a very close second place to the "teabagging" moment as my very favorite moment in this match.


Perhaps Mr. Joshua's career left turn can be dated to his utter humiliation in the right hand of Brooklyn Bodywrecker in Mr. Joshua's own Wrestler Spotlight DVD. It was this match that made me finally tear my eyes away from his package to admire the hard, powerful ass on Mr. Joshua. It was also the match that came closest to consummating the love affair that Mr. Joshua's crotch has been nursing with the camera, including Mr. Joshua stripped naked and tossed over BBW's shoulder. As I've complained bitterly about prior, though, don't get your hopes up here. You'll get a tasty, lingering look at Mr. Joshua's bare and vulnerable cheeks, but BBW taunts us by refusing to show us the real moneymaker.


The hits and, more delightfully, the squeezes just keep coming in match after match. Giving...


...and taking, the main character in any Mr. Joshua match has got be acknowledged to be the crotch, and sooner or later it's Mr. Joshua's crotch that steals the spotlight, crowding everyone else off the stage.


So, while it's true he unfortunately does not qualify to compete in my pornboy division, as a non-pornboy Mr. Joshua's wrestling is still all about sex and the wonders that a hard, hot body like his can't help but bring to mind. On a purely abstract level, I completely respect his decision to just barely/not quite keep his modesty in tact. Much more viscerally, though, I remain locked in a love/hate conundrum when I think about Mr. Joshua... and I frequently do.


He's come such a long way since he debuted against the emerging legend of chisel-chinned Brad Rochelle as a musclehead with perhaps more brawn than brains underneath his frosted locks. A legend in his own right, as far as I'm concerned, looking back at Mr. Joshua's debut makes me marvel. Who could predict what hot, productive homoerotic wrestling careers would be represented on the mat that day?


With wisdom born of experience and, I'd argue, an even hotter body today, Mr. Joshua makes me often possessed with the desire to trade places with any single opponent who's had the privilege of experiencing a Mr. Joshua beatdown. Though, if I found myself in the enviable position of just a handful of those opponents (with Mr. Joshua's balls resting on my lips), I almost certainly would be unable to honor his contract rider.

2 comments:

  1. Oh man, if I got to see Josh's package...that one photo is such a tease! God he's hot.

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  2. Yes, indeed. I do like his trend-line lately, which I think is centering more and more on his incredible body and that Thanksgiving turkey he's smuggling in the front of his trunks.

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